It had already been two weeks since Archmage Kodone Schumaver’s voice had echoed across the empire. It seemed like they were about to break out into war at any second, but the empire was relatively peaceful.

Vrrr. 

“Make a left there. Oh, right. Mr. Levins, have you read the morning paper?”

“I was in a rush, so I didn’t. Why? Was there something interesting?”

A conversation started in the passenger seats of the car that was making a smooth turn.

“Apparently, there was a terrorist attack in Vrillaum, the southern port city,” Levins’ secretary said.

“A terrorist attack? Was it orchestrated by the monsters who had crossed over from the Gate?”

“Yes. They said there were thirty-seven casualties.”

“Goodness…” Levins shook his head and watched the world pass by out the window. The streets were neat and tidy, and civilians were walking to work. This was the province he loved dearly—Jaxen. “Those bastards can’t get in here…”

“We don’t have to worry about it. His Majesty had sent knights to help us.” It was because Jaxen was a very important place.

Levins thought for a moment. “Do we have any documents about it? I want to talk about it in today’s broadcast.”

“Yes. I brought them because I thought you might need them.”

“You’re always so proactive.” He took the documents from his assistant and skimmed through them. Suddenly, he let out a small gasp. “They shouldn’t be able to do this much damage with...