I reset my expression to one of gravity.
“Since the entire Ragnaeif Republic has been overrun, the demons’ invasion rate has exceeded thirty percent. We need to hurry and recapture churches across the land to carve out an escape route.”
“Child—no, Holy Saint. It seems we have a critical problem.”
Right then, my grandfather pointed out something crucial.
“Harmageddon seems unlike any ordinary war. To open routes in accordance with those ‘rules,’ we first need a grasp of the overall state of occupation, don’t we?”
“Exactly.”
The one who answered was Tesilid.
[‘The Scale that Judges Souls’ is moved by the look of this world’s most handsome man in his new uniform.]
I left the explanation to Tesilid. His resonant baritone, capable of holding an audience’s attention, filled the drawing room.
“Arbixinis was able to devour villages lacking churches and overrun Ragnaeif so quickly because she can view the entire war at a glance. She has two special ‘eyes,’ one of which is a…