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When Mr. Gwen reached the tent, he did not go straight inside.
"High Priest Toran, Mr. Grindelwald."
The old gentleman called out their names.
At the same time, he bent at the waist and lowered his head in a show of respect.
No one noticed his eyes darting about, or his ears pricking up.
He already had a guess.
But he still needed to confirm it.
Unfortunately, he was getting on in years.
He was not deaf, but his hearing was no longer as keen as it had been in his youth.
He could not hear anything more from inside the tent.
I'm still all right now, but in a few more years...
Not wetting the bed might be the best I can hope for.
Time flies so fast.
The old gentleman sighed inwardly.
"Come in."
Toran's voice came from inside the tent.
His voice is steady. No trembling, no impatience or shrillness...
Mr. Gwen pondered this, growing increasingly certain of his guess.
And when he entered the tent and saw the joy Toran could not hide on his face, his guess became a certainty.
They won!
The situation in the Einhaas Fief has opened up completely!
At that thought, the old gentleman let out a long breath.
Although he was confident he could get his wife safely to the Inner Bay, the hardships along the way would be unpleasant. If they could avoid them, all the better.
"Mr. Gwen, we need you to do something."
As Toran spoke, he pulled the explosives out from under the bed.
The moment Mr. Gwen saw the explosives, he nearly laughed aloud.
Of course he knew what was going on.
It was just that...
Toran's acting was not very convincing.
Or rather, Toran could not act at all.
The young High Priest