Over the dense forest outside Lichtenstein Castle, the rising black smoke was like a colossal black dragon coiling and roaring its existence in the sky.
Embers spread over the tree crowns, threatening to paint the entire forest redder than the evening glow.
Behind the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, all conversation ceased as everyone wore astonished expressions on their faces, fixated on the inexplicable situation occurring in the direction of the forest, trying to make sense of it all.
The sunset cast through the colored glass windows cast irregular patterns of light and shadow on their faces, making their expressions even more bewildered and indistinct.
Although their gazes flickered between the black smoke and the forest, filled with questions and worries, no one uttered a word, eventually all turning to Lanci.
Could it be...
Was all of this within the lawyer's expectation?
"I can't believe you two..."
Hyperion had already figured it out.