Hearing the elder's words, Simon felt a growing headache.
If all of Aragon Country erupted into chaos, then the De Molinos Clan would inevitably be caught in the storm.
"Damn it…"
"Second Granduncle, please—just go back and rest."
"I will handle this."
Supporting the old man, Simon carefully escorted him out of the mine tunnel before returning to his endless pile of pressing matters.
While the De Molinos Clan wrestled with the growing crisis, far away at the edge of Pyrenees Mountain Prefecture, deep within the vast wilderness spanning tens of thousands of miles, De Molinos Carl had become a different man.
He had left the De Molinos Clan six months ago.
Now, his face was covered in unkempt stubble, and his once-pristine armor was nothing more than a collection of tattered scraps.