As Everyone Knows, Leithanien's Specialty Is Painters (Continued)

If they wanted the Sarkaz to reincarnate and live in the reed fields, they had to kill their entire families.

But...

What the hell were the White Empress of Leithanien and the Tsar of Ursus doing here?!

Russell was instantly furious.

He had never even met those two assholes, okay?!

Goddamn it, who had dumped this shit on his head?!

Russell tossed out a gold coin, then grabbed Skadi's hand and used spatial transfer, arriving directly at the Lungmen Governor's Mansion.

Skadi was, by nature, a warrior woman. She did not know much about the changes in Terra.

But someone here definitely did.

Following the scent of familiar people, Russell quickly found a Lion sleeping with loud snores and an unhurried coiled dragon.

"Long time no see. Want a drink?"

The coiled dragon, who seemed to have been waiting for quite some time, leisurely raised her wine cup and glanced sideways at a certain Demon King.

On the table sat a pot of wine with exactly one cup left.

What a coincidence?

"...You weren't waiting here just to catch me, were you?"

Russell reached out, took the cup, and asked tentatively.

"What else would I be doing?"

"Did you think I enjoyed wandering around a place like Lungmen, where even the smell of takeout had faded into nothing?"

The dragon woman looked at Russell with an odd expression.

Using dreams as a medium to observe one's past and future.

That was Ling's authority.

Because the target of observation was one's own possibilities, it was rarely affected by outside interference, much like Tokisaki Kurumi's Zafkiel.

It was an utterly absurd ability.

Of course, the price was that its passive effects could easily overload one's brain into mush.

"Prophets really are an absurd class."

Russell picked up the wine cup, took a