I slept that night after my meeting with Estelle, although the conversation we had kept running through my head for quite some time before I finally managed to fall asleep.
Lilith didn't appear to me that night, either.
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Carl's POV
The war was happening right now, and things were getting dangerously close to the point where the entire situation could finally reach its breaking point.
I was standing inside one of the Imperial rooms, staring at a painting that I had commissioned from a well-known painter in the Empire some time ago.
I looked at it without showing much emotion on my face, almost as though I were staring at some random decoration that had been placed there without my permission.
The painting itself depicted something so modern that anyone who saw it would probably have a hard time believing that it had actually been created in this world.
