A moment ago.
"Yo, Ezekiel. It looks like our grandchildren need our help."
"Michael?" Ezekiel frowned. "What's wrong? It's rare for you to call me, so I'm assuming something big has happened. Are they fine?"
"They are fine. However, they want us to make our move toward the sixth tower. At the very least, make it in a way that we're visible to the enemy."
Ezekiel frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"I don't know what's going on. According to Melody, Clovis will explain everything after they're done with their matter. For now, I think it's better to do what he wants."
Ezekiel thought for a moment. "All right, then. My dear grandson-in-law is not someone who does meaningless things. Even if it's a bit dangerous, the risk should be calculated."
"I know, right? Either way, we will receive an explanation later. I might end up punishing my grandson if this turns out to be unimportant."
"Right? What kind of punishment are you talking about? If I'm the one punishing them…"
