"I see… so that's what happened. Honestly, it's hard to believe—but considering your state right now, Your Highness, I don't think I have the right to doubt it."
A full day had passed since the sudden attack of the Frost Giants and their monsters, and the city under Count Roverick was still struggling to recover.
Repairs were already underway despite the damage, and aid was being distributed to those who needed it, the people forcing themselves forward even after witnessing something that had nearly wiped them out entirely.
Yesterday had felt like the end.
And yet now, somehow, life continued.
The despair that had settled over the city was slowly being replaced with something else—something fragile, but real.
Hope had returned, and it all stemmed from a single person.
Inside the Count's office, the atmosphere was far more controlled, though no less heavy.
