The more Zero looked at the maps and pieced them together using his system, the more sure Zero was about his hypothesis. Everything was slowly coming together and he was just lacking one crucial evidence to make his case solid enough to fight for. The plague at Magnus Hilda could turn out to be only the tip of an iceberg to a rather severe underlying problem. The story of the nine continents passed down through the word of mouth only held half-truths and not all of it was reliable.
"Zero, I'm here."
"Mm, you're here, big brother... I'm just looking through the maps. Can you help me get that pile and return this stack? The merchants are leaving tomorrow morning so I have to look through everything by tonight."
