The weeklong fantasy had to end, no matter how reluctant they were. It was time to face reality.
Kamille and Rise finally inquired about the matters of the outside world, and it was worse than they expected. Still, their faces showed no surprise.
Rise sat comfortably in his seat, wearing his beloved combat uniform. It was not the Union standard uniform but that of the Dark Crimson Guild.
It was not just him, everyone was in their respective combat uniforms.
"So, if that's the case, any minute now and they'll be here." Rise cut in the conversation, earning everyone's attention. He smiled and stood up. "Before anything else, I suggest we continue this conversation elsewhere. Although I don't fear fighting now that I've recovered, it'll still be troublesome."
Rise had already felt the malice had locked in his location, and so he knew those frenzied crowds were already on their way here.
