It was past nine in the morning when Viscount Little arrived at the Lower Seventh Ring Shantytown.
The believers of Mist in the shantytown had already begun their busy day.
Although they had enough supplies and no longer needed to go to work, clearing rubble, cremating bodies, and building defenses still required a great deal of manpower.
The only consolation was that winters on the Northern Continent were always cold, so there was no need to worry about decomposing bodies and the plague that would follow.
But concern for their friends and relatives still drove the people here to finish everything as quickly as possible.
So when Viscount Little arrived, he found a scene bustling with activity.
There were sentries, too, of course.
After all, the heir to the Royal House of Aitandin and the heir to the Snake School were one and the same.
And the Snake School's heir had close ties to the Church of Mist, so the guards whose presence had clearly been intended as surveillance had become protectors in the truest sense.
Together with the Church of Mist's own patrols and sentries, the defenses here were already considerable.
As a military strategist, Little almost instinctively assessed how he would breach this place as quickly as possible, at the lowest cost, if he were the enemy.
That slightly predatory gaze was soon noticed.
"Hey, you'd better stop looking at the place like that."
A young man built like a brown bear, carrying an enormous double-bladed battle-axe, appeared silently beside Little's carriage and spoke.
Only when the young man spoke did Little realize he was there, and his eyes immediately narrowed.
He began sizing the young man up.
When he saw the young man's build and features, he quickly identified him.
Roget!
One of the Church of Mist's