The citizens of Pollivia had thought there was no other way to describe what was happening in the city except the word ‘war’. On the surface, it didn't seem like a big issue. Pollivia during the day still seemed relatively safe, and there was no indication that it would get worse.0

Pickpocketing had been on a rage, but in Pollivia, pickpocketing was a kind of business. Bad pickpockets got caught and beaten, but if one didn't notice their pockets and bags being emptied, it was considered their own fault. Moreover, these pickpockets mainly targeted foreigners who were unaware of Pollivia's pickpocketing culture, so some even said it was a commercial activity for the benefit of Pollivia.1

The night scene hadn't changed much either.0

In one commercial district was Pollivia's famous adult entertainment district. Travelers, merchants from other regions, Pollivia's politicians, and members of criminal organizations could often be seen there. But for the citizens of Pollivia, this was also considered a form of order. For them, the sight of the city built over the sea, reflecting its commerce, was no different from the regular dealings they observed.0

The war wasn't visible. At first, apple prices dropped. Then, prices for some fruits imported from other countries fell as well. As time went...0