So, he stuffed the business intelligence sent from Carterburg back into the mail tube, and then instructed his messenger to deliver it to Lillim. Malin's little lamb would certainly handle everything well for Malin; she and her descendants had never disappointed the Gaiate Group.
Beneath the starry sky, Malin could sense Maya, who was also bathing in the moonlight, feeling Malin's gaze. Maya, lying on a recliner, smiled and squinted her eyes.
· Everything okay, Malin.
· All is well, in the subway lies the former masters of this land.
When Malin said this, he once again thought of that statue. You see, fate and history are just like that, cold and cruel. Whether it's the Anglo-Saxons destroying the history of the Indians or Chaos destroying everything of the former, this is the history of this land... These so-called noble nations once again face survival of the fittest, only this time, they are the prey, and Chaos is the butcher.
