One month later.
Western Continent.
Narrow Sea.
Spring had arrived, breathing new life into everything, and the sunlight grew more intense. On the coast, the burning sun was already beginning to sear people's skin.
The city where the Cross Alliance headquarters were located.
Forgotten Port.
The sea shimmered with a golden sheen, with passenger ships coming and going incessantly—a peculiar sight, as there were even more passenger ships than merchant ships.
This port was situated at the intersection of the Narrow Sea, with thoroughfares in all directions; from here, one could quickly reach various nations by sea.
The city thrived immensely.
Neutral Country, Neutral Harbor, labeled by major newspapers as the city with the highest death toll, with at least a thousand people dying each day.
It wasn't a result of chaos in public safety.
If safety was a concern here, then there would be no safe places left in the world.
