Leon was utterly shaken.
He was a Scholar raised in the High Tower; under the Great Sage's careful tutelage, even as an Apprentice he had already come into contact with Magic that many Mages would never have the chance to touch in their entire lives.
And precisely because of this, he could not imagine such a thing could happen.
They had clearly already established communication with the Void Realm beyond the world, could even use Magic to make bread fly of its own accord onto everyone's table—how could there still be people going hungry?
The Academic State was part of the Imperial, and the Ryan Kingdom was of course also part of the Imperial—how could the Emperor not come and deal with this?
Even if the Emperor could not see it, what about the King?
He turned to the old Steward beside him, unable to control the trembling in his voice.
"Lord Skylar, open your eyes and look! Is this still not enough evidence that Chaos' corruption is eating away at this land?"
