[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
"Hm..."
Mikoto watched the scene through half-lidded red eyes, his expression betraying little beyond mild disappointment. The veil of magic cloaking both him and Robert remained perfectly intact, rendering them nothing more than spectators inside the old church.
"They've really accepted this as part of their lives." His voice was quiet.
He folded his heavy gauntleted arms across his chest, the alloy scraping together.
"They aren't arguing anymore. They aren't even trying to stand their ground. They're just enduring it." His gaze lingered on Nicholas as the elderly pastor carefully ladled more soup into another bowl. "That's the look of people who've realised resistance only makes the future worse."
The three Heart Kingdom soldiers had thoroughly made themselves comfortable.
