"We've captured Havenwright. What's the situation on your side?"
It was a rather short and simple sentence. Elizabeth placed the transmission woodpiece next to her mouth and, after she was done speaking, she gave it a light touch with her finger to transmit the message out, faraway.
At the moment, she was standing alone in the garden on the rooftop. Holding the railing, she lifted her eyes and surveyed the entire Imperial Capital from above. The capital looked extremely weary; after going through a long wait, the people had finally opened up their tightly shut doors, walking forwards with cautious and dazed expressions. They did not know what to do. The path from the west of the city until the inner city district was scattered with sporadic dead bodies and the remains of broken weapons. No one had cleared them up. Under the midday sun, they looked unusually garish; some parents hurriedly covered up the eyes of their children, going back into hiding in their homes.
