Following the end of the monster invasions, Pialu’s residents, regardless of their age, status, post, and sex, enjoyed happy and cheery days, free of all worries. However, a very small number of these residents held an emotion completely opposite to these feelings of joy. 

Lara returned to her lodging. The place was still quiet. Although the war was over, not enough time had passed for the city to regain its original vigor. It was a matter of time; soon, this place would be bustling with merchants waiting to trade beyond the Denest Mountain Range. 

However, as of now, there were even fewer people than before, since the group they had shared this lodging place with—Zich and his companions—had moved to the mansion the mayor provided for them. Thus, she and her companions were the only ones left in the lodging. Lara walked up the staircase, followed the long hallways, and stood in front of her room. Her eyes lingered on Glen’s room next to hers. Glen hadn’t come out of his room after the recent battle. Skipping his meals, he just remained holed up in his room and didn’t respond even when his companions knocked on the door.

Of course,...