"Material from the hometown?"
I seem to have heard a rather difficult-to-understand term and couldn't help but curiously look at Taville: "What place? The former Fifteenth Day Zone?"
Taville and Sivis both couldn't help but reveal a helpless expression: "Your Majesty, what do you think?"
I gave a couple of dry chuckles: "Isn't this to lighten the mood a bit... Okay, enough with the jokes, what does it really mean?"
Sivis took a deep breath, adjusting her mood at the same time. It was the first time I saw such extreme uncertainty on her usually composed face, even a hint of doubt in her worldview, as if she hardly believed what she was about to say: "Your Majesty, every civilization should have an origin, even the Divine Race and Xyrin Apostle, they too have an original starting world, you should understand this?"
I nodded: "Mm, everything returns to the womb..."
