This morning, Leon's base was slightly invaded by a wind of silent mourning.
When he came out, Isaac noticed Leon's face darker than usual, Leon's hollow eyes were filled with sadness.
According to his current level, Leon could without, problems, last a week or two without sleeping.
In other words, he spent the whole night thinking about Isaac's words.
On the other hand, Isaac did not feel at all sorry for him. If half of what he knows makes Leon suffer so much, then why try to save everyone?
Isaac, like Leon and the other sub-lieutenants, was dressed in a black funeral suit as he headed for one of the ten cargo ships responsible for escorting them to the old plantation in London.
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1 pm.
Greater London.
In one of the rooms reserved solely for the imperial family, a young lady with scarlet eyes but expressionless looked at her reflection in a large mirror decorated with gold.
