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Loen, Awwa County, in a certain city.
An empty room was filled with the dusty smell of a place that had gone uninhabited for a long time. Strangely, however, the full-length mirror in the corner was intact and had not been covered with a black cloth.
Just then, the mirror's surface flickered eerily, revealing a somewhat gloomy-looking young man who resembled a shadow.
"George Augustus III's speech is over."
"It ended very abruptly. Sharron, did you hear his voice? Why could the King speak inside our heads?"
The figure of a blonde girl in an elaborate black dress appeared on the window beside the full-length mirror. Sharron fell silent for a moment, then slowly shook her head.
Then she said, "Something must have happened."
Sharron thought for a few seconds and was about to say something else to Maric when her vision suddenly went dark.
Her veil covered her eyes, and her clothes bound her tightly to her chair. A voice filled with mischievous amusement sounded beside her ear:
"Guess who?"
Maric, inside the mirror, scratched his hair and rose from his chair.
"If something has happened to Loen's King, we'll have to flee again. Where should we go this time, Feysac or Intis?"
He began tidying the things on the table before him, stuffing playing cards and chips into his pockets. "Oh, it looks like we can't go to Feysac. We've lost contact with the Temperance Faction members there. An Indulgence Faction demigod has been intercepting and capturing them. They might all be dead already."
"The Temperance Faction members there invited us to hunt that demigod, but when their message reached us, you hadn't contacted Her Highness Reinette yet, Sharron. We turned down the invitation. They apparently didn't go through with the hunt either, and they even got