Ivan And Merlin

"Excuse me, Mr. Isaac, may I ask where we are?"

"The Last Empire," Ivan muttered, irritated

Was she deaf, or just plain annoying? And why the hell was she still following him?

Right now, his mind was deeply entangled with Isaac's persona—perhaps because this was Isaac's birth world. It made everything else, including Merlin, seem like an afterthought. Or worse, not a thought at all.

The real question was whether the Empire was still standing. That mattered more than entertaining the incessant chatter of a stranger.

"I know, but I've never heard of such an empire," Merlin pressed, frowning. "Could you at least tell me which continent it's located in?"

"The Eastern one," Ivan answered bluntly.

Merlin came to a sudden halt. Her eyes widened slightly.

"T–The Eastern?" She repeated, now feeling even more confused.

The only continent in the East was the Holy Continent… wasn't it?