The Holy City’s Trumpet Hall was more bustling than during the Hero Selection Tournament.
But this wasn’t the excitement of a festival. The city was filled with passion, sweat, and hard labor. We were preparing for war.
A great war to crush the Eastern Front and turn the dragon into chicken wings. Considering the scale of the endeavor, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it preparation for slaying a god.
Preparing for deicide required a lot.
“Alright, alright!”
“Wagon with food supplies, to the right! Take the right path for food deliveries!”
“No, no! That’s the Holy Knight Order’s direction! Those cookies were ordered by the Violet Mage Tower!”
