The noise of voices was overwhelming.
The Dragon Girl seemed a bit absent-minded.
"You've been put into snow storage by the Saint of Heavenly Light."
"But don't worry, we are already in contact with another Saint — as long as the money is in place, you can leave the snow storage and make a comeback."
"Just wait a little while."
Although she spoke in a caring tone, her gaze was wandering, as if she was thinking of something else.
The subordinate standing next to her was the same.
The Little Yellow Duck (not) could feel the constant hurry of people in the hallway outside.
Groups of Professionals.
The noise was chaotic.
A tense and uneasy atmosphere permeated the air.
— A Saint has fallen!
— A matter concerning the life and death of the Myriad Realms!
No matter who it was, upon hearing such information, they couldn't help but want to find out more.
"Do I need to pay?"
Good Duck asked.
