623 621 After the commercial fleet (2/2)

Seeing this sight once again gives rise to a willingness to kill Zelaisse. When I was getting out of the temple, I did a little pushing, but I should have just punched Kannakamui in.

However, whatever you put down then, Fran's escape was your top priority. I couldn't afford to act extra.

”I hear some of them haven't been found yet...”

(Master)

”Oh, you're right.”

We speak to the officials of the ship that was in the square and arrange the bodies of the victims we were storing in the square. We don't have time for this, but I thought we shouldn't neglect this.

Apparently some of the crew who were here had friends and relatives, and more moaning was to be heard in the square.

(Zelaise......! Be sure to knock it down if it happens next)

”Oh, you're right.”

(Gal!)

Then we quietly said a silent prayer and followed the scene.

Heading up is the camp of the college where there are signs of Wiener Lane.

Returning to the camp, the students were assembling anxiously. I guess I haven't figured things out yet.

As Fran descended into the camp, the students stopped around. It is Carona who has been the first to speak.

”Mr. Fran! The town is noisy, don't you know what happened?

”... the commercial fleet was attacked by the Warcraft”

”Well! What's the damage?

”It's so awful. That's why I have a report for Weena Lane.”

”Really? I'm sorry for the inconvenience.”

When Fran came up with the name of Weena Lane, the students gave way to nature.

That's the student at the academy. You understand it doesn't make sense to panic at times like this.

”... it could be dangerous to be here. Get ready to evacuate.”

”Huh? But...”

”Instructor's Order”

”Oh, I see.”

”Mmm.”

At times like this, it's convenient to have power. Well, I don't have the authority to give orders like that if I were you, because it's an emergency right now.

'To start evacuating everyone, let's talk to Weena Lane first. He should know something happened.'

”Mmm!”

On the contrary, it's not strange that I was grasping everything through the Spirit.

”Weena Lane!”

”Fran......”

The face of Weena Lane sitting in her chair was dominated by such a sense of sadness that it would be pathetic. I may have ripped my head off many times to see where my hair is messed up.

It seemed so convincing to me that they did that that Wiener Lane was now being hunted down.

”Why is the Lake Warcraft coming back to life! The breakdown of the seal shouldn't have been huge yet...? Lane's gonna disappear like this!