April 15th.
Heaven Port.
The construction of the new city was not something that could be completed overnight; it was a long-term process. Over a month had passed since Doringger's death, but they had only managed to deal with all the dangerous buildings and cleared away the remaining ruins.
The whole island looked completely renewed, but apart from the castle and buildings in the Inner City, openness was visible to the naked eye. The port piers, however, had already been fully reconstructed.
The Outer City had completely vanished. When the residents who had sought refuge on Iron Soul Island returned, their homes were gone.
Poor folks were naturally quite happy to accept projects in exchange for aid, but many who had a bit of money had been content living in their self-built houses. Now they had been demolished?
Even with their grievances, they dared not express them—who would dare to go to the castle and seek an explanation from Liszt?
