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Life in Saratoga is getting harder and harder, and there is a hint of anxiety on the faces of people who don't seem to have changed.

The streets inside the castle were narrow, and the civilians who followed them sat on both sides of the street, their expressions empty and their eyes blank.

"Ahh

He ran all the way forward, and couldn't help but look behind him, secretly happy.

But he hit his head on a hard plane - and then felt a shadow envelop him.

"You ......" The tall man looked straight at him, reaching out and grabbing what he was holding before he could utter the full word.

"This grown-" The woman who came up from behind, still holding a child in her arms, her thin face full of anxiety, "that's mine...... This kid ......"

The man stepped out of the way and handed over the thing—it was a few loaves of bread.

Before the war, Saratoga was almost an empty castle, and those who came in a hurry could hardly find much food, and three days was already the same, and a few more days......

"What are you all doing!" the man watched as the child in the mother's arms cried out with hunger, and anxiously broke the bread in the package, and fed it to the child little by little—at last, he could not help himself, and spoke loudly—an action that frightened even the mother.

Silence remained for some time.

"That's right...... But those people are the Holy See...... Why should we be hostile to them......" Suddenly, someone said.

The eyes of the civilians were full of bewilderment.

They would say "Irontia is above," but they would not know why the Holy See army had come to "crusade" against them - they would even ask, why, what had happened, why had God suddenly abandoned them.

Did they do something wrong?

Especially, in such a castle, their lives are silent, and each day passes with each passing day becoming more desperate than the past day.

"yes, why...... Dick: Why are we hiding here?"

"What did Shevrin do wrong?"

"What about Lord Lord? Lord Shevrin?"

These were questions that Dick could not answer—the words he had hoped they would be reconciled had now become the cause of their questioning.

Are those things really understandable to civilians? ...... And even if they do, how will they explain it to these Ironia believers?

This war......

"Dick!" said a voice familiar to Dick—Ingrid stood on a high ground and called out, "Come on!"

With that, Ingrid turned and ran—she obviously didn't know what was going on here.

Perhaps in response to Ingrid, or to get out of the way of the civilians, Dick quickly followed.

They walked through the circular road and came to the city wall, where there were already the figures of Lawler and others.

"What's wrong?" Dick walked straight towards Lawler.

"Look over there. Lawler gestured into the distance.

In the direction of the Bhasin Mountains, a moving thing appeared, and because it was too far away, it could only be vaguely felt that it was a black mass.

"That's ......," Dick frowned.

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The night before Dick and Lawler looked at something that appeared in the distance.

The papal men who belonged to the Holy See stationed in Herrington were part of the command of this invasion of Shevrin.

The main location was in a room in Tashapol - a room surrounded by layers of guards, apparently where "important secrets" were hidden.

In the room, several people sat in front of a mirror, and they all covered themselves with cloaks.

"They fled to Saratoga?" the mirror faintly showed two figures, the one who spoke, and the owner of the voice could be discerned from the voice as Setanein.

"Yes. ”

"Oh - that's an annoying castle. ”

"But we can still do it quickly, and we already have two options...... They fled into Saratoga in a hurry, presumably without much support, and only had to wait for time to pass before they consciously surrendered. Alternatively, we can use 'that force' to quickly take down the castle with the besieging army. ”

In fact, it is indeed not a difficult problem for the Holy See to break Saratoga.

Setin listened patiently to their words.

"How long do you think these two plans will take?" asked Setanein.

"One afternoon. ”

"Hah! an afternoon, sir, and you just have to blink your eyes. There was a hint of irony in Setain's words, but it did not give any reaction to the people sitting around him—it was the gentleman to whom Setain referred.

It was another person in the same place as him.

"Lack of experience. The gentleman's voice was very unfamiliar.

The accent is not similar to that of everyone in the Kingdom of Luther, not even in the Duchy of Ansendire.

"Well, it's just an appetizer - if you're bored, there's a battlefield for you to get involved in. ”

"So...... Best. ”

At this point, the picture in the mirror became more and more blurry - Setin clearly felt that the situation in the Shevrin Territory did not need to worry about him now.

"It's a pity, if you have more time, maybe you can really ...... the territory of Shevrin."

"Are you sure that special person will help this place in the first place, and if something goes wrong, you will have to pay more ......."

"No need to worry. Ed Ansendier would have done that. Certain looked certain.

"It's really curious, what kind of young lady she is. The gentleman you see as the biggest obstacle will have no qualms about making her the first choice. ”

"Know your weaknesses and take advantage of them - that guy might have figured out how to trap me, but ...... Speaking of that young lady, ha...... It's similar to you, like a product that doesn't exist in this world," Setin smiled, as if expecting something, "Look, she's here. ”

The cloaked men, who had quietly listened to the chatter of the two men in the mirror, seemed to sense something—some kind of smoke rushed into the room, and soon filled the room. They jerked to their feet, but the movement was only halfway through the action, and they grabbed their necks, trembled for a moment, and then collapsed.

The image in the mirror faded as Setin smiled at the figure who walked in through the door.

It was a white, blonde-haired girl, opposite Setanein, her face expressionless.

Seemingly...... Or was it too late to say hello to the other party?, she thought to herself.