Andresha leaned on the railing of the terrace, squinting in the breeze, looking over the outskirts of the Sorin Giant Tree. From here, you could vaguely see the scenery of the Plains of the Holy Spirits—a long, narrow curtain illuminated by the heavenly light seemed to stretch endlessly along the horizon. The base color of the curtain was pure white, which must be the snow from the plains, right?
She did not turn around, softly breaking the silence: "I know it's not easy for you to say this in front of me—from your perspective, it must be that you believe this matter indeed benefits both the Cecil Clan and the Typhon Empire, right?"
"That is indeed the case," Bard said, "Our greatest threat now is the 'Divine Calamity', and the soldiers capable of combating the Divine Calamity are the key to influencing the battle. The most important thing is for the two nations to face this common threat together."
