At night, following the passage of laws related to "air pollution" after the Great Smog, the clouds above Backlund had become thinner and sparser, and the light of the Crimson Moon brightened the dim streets slightly.
However, No. 5 Williams Street in the West Borough, Princess Vera's villa, was shrouded in dense fog that blocked all prying eyes.
"After that old dragon's plan failed this time, He has realized certain things and won't easily provoke you again." Princess Vera sat on the bed, straightened her nightgown, and looked at Abner not far away. "In addition, He specifically mentioned that the box and the little girl holding it would both be left for you to deal with, as compensation for this offense."
After finishing his small meeting with Audrey, Abner had hurried here to learn about the aftermath of last night's incident. Hearing that, he could not help but sneer. "The Dragon of Imagination is really good at giving away favors that cost Him nothing..."
After all, Escalante and the Fallen Box had originally been his spoils of war. Using those as an apology was indeed rather stingy.
"Of course, that isn't all..." Princess Vera shook a finger and added, "He also made a promise, provided some intelligence, and gave a suggestion."
"A promise, intelligence, and a suggestion? What are they respectively?" Abner asked curiously, intrigued.
"The promise is that, at an appropriate time in the future, He will transfer Pride's identity to you...
"The intelligence concerns Mr. Gluttony, who is stationed in Constant City.
"He said that this gentleman has relied on a Sealed Artifact compatible with Gluttony to live for at least five hundred years... He has merely kept changing identities, so few people noticed. If not for his mind gradually decaying, even Dragons at the Angel level would