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“So you’re leaving, then. Just like this.”
“Yeah. My house is on fire.”
“Fire?”
Unlike their arrival, the return preparations proceeded at lightning speed.
All because of the Korean newspaper from yesterday that Bahamut had airlifted over as its lifeline.
Apparently, since it knew Na Joyeon personally, the moment it saw the Ranker kidnapping story splashed across the newspaper’s front page—and the silhouette of the suspect, which had a question mark over it but was obviously Na Joyeon to anyone with eyes—it must have thought, ‘This is it!’ and hurriedly brought the paper over….
But by their standards, that wasn’t the only hot issue.
“Apparently there was a coup.”
“What?!”
“The former slave captain rose up. So I’ve gotta hurry home and get my household under control. I’m in a fucking rush.”
Salva stared at Jioh as though wondering whether his translator had broken, then gave a faint laugh.
“…Right. Those who have to go should go. …And those who have to stay should stay.”
His face was fairly bitter.
‘Well, I guess we did get pretty attached.’
With a strangely sentimental feeling, Jioh looked the silver-haired pirate over.
The [Night of Collapse] was over.
With the appearance of the golden sun that had swept everything away in light, the First-Layer Sea had been left vacant, and the Great Holy War had vanished without a trace.
As an added bonus, the collective entity that had been utterly defeated by the Sacred Seat in the [Transcendent War] without even getting the chance to fight properly had…