Three days later, Sifa left the military camp.
He left Amyrius's projection in the camp to train the troops and had Abrio continue recruiting soldiers.
He himself made a trip to the Demi-Human Archipelago beyond the Berserk Sea.
He met Nefi and notified the elders of the various races.
He told them to train their people and prepare to take part in a war someday.
After all that bustling activity,
Sifa returned to the sea, then headed to the Southern Continent.
He resumed his acting as a Weather Warlock.
Before he knew it,
the autumn of 1351 had arrived.
Ever since Feynapotter had also declared war on Loen, the war, which had been a tug-of-war for some time, had finally tipped out of balance.
Loen and its allies, Lenburg, Masin, and Segar, had lost vast swathes of territory. Only their last few defensive lines remained, struggling to hold out and teetering on the brink of collapse.
Even the Loen Kingdom's capital,
Backlund, was now shrouded in the smoke of war.
That day,
in an apartment in the Backlund Bridge area,
Emlyn White's spiritual intuition stirred. He raised his head and saw a man suddenly appear across from him.
Maric.
Emlyn removed his top hat and bowed gracefully.
Maric sat down on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and clasped his hands. "What do you need?"
"Are you still interested in dealing with important figures in the Rose School's Indulgence Faction?" Emlyn pulled up a chair and sat down.
Maric showed no excitement and asked calmly, "Do you have any leads?"
"I really don't have any leads on the person in charge of the Rose School in Backlund.
"But as the war intensified, East and West Balam, the Star Highlands, Paz Valley, and the Hagati Grasslands on the Southern Continent all descended