Backlund, East Borough.
"George III is already dead. The earlier matters will surely come to an end. Maybe we can move away from here—to North Borough, to Hillston District.
"The houses there have fireplaces!"
Listening to her friend Fors's suggestion, Xio, seated in the chair opposite her, replied with a slightly dazed expression.
"Wait another week or two.
"To be honest, I still can't believe George III was simply blown to death... I haven't had time to do anything yet."
Fors consoled her, "I think either Gehrman Sparrow did this, or the people who used Shermane before did it. Only they were still investigating George III's secret schemes. You also made a certain contribution to George III's death. It's equivalent to indirectly completing your revenge.
"Um... the surveillance and suppression directed at your family should be gone now. You can try starting a new life. If there's an opportunity, perhaps you can even appeal your father's case through proper channels."
Xio raised her head and said, "Yes, the situation is getting more and more chaotic. I'm very worried they'll be affected by the war.
"Fors, tell me, is Backlund safer, or is an ordinary small city far from the border safer?"
Forn thought seriously for a few seconds before finally shaking her head. "I don't know."
They chatted for a while longer.
Fors finished the rest of her coffee, slowly rose to her feet, and entered the room inside.
She began to pray softly.
"The Fool that does not belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog;
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune..."
At the same time.
Forsaken Land of the Gods, near the Giant King's Court.
Klein was following Amon around the foot of the mountain, walking through the frozen dusk and