The shadowy control level, and the intertwining heart of the city like ghosts.

Cyric sat there quietly, looking at me with an expressionless face.

A familiar face, but exuding an unfamiliar aura.

I shouted at him impatiently -

"Cyric, Tasia is not this kind of person!"

"Hmm."

Cyric nodded uninterestedly.

"He is indeed not a man like this."

"Then what is this war for!"

"Because no one will believe it."

"...... what?"

Cyric asked me in a different tone as he played with the Heart of the City at his side -

"What do you think this so-called revolution we've been making for so long is for?"

"That ...... is for Fae's freedom, of course!?"

"Well, I used to think so too, and now it seems that we took it too much for granted."

"What does it...... mean?"

"Finlan, do you know what really happened to me these days?"

-- First, the spiritedness of being the lord of the city.

---Then, the unanimous revolt of the citizen class.

--Even to renew the bill that was overturned.

"That, I know you are not feeling well inside, let's go to Tasia and the others first and then make the next plan, okay!"

He ignored my proposal and instead asked me --

"Nah, Finlan, do you know what those Fae, think of us."

-- idle, brain-burned, thankful, bored, no wanting change, impossible, searching for death, retarded --

"You know what? How I feel when I find out that the people who we are obviously trying desperately to protect are treating us this way ......"

"...... This... ...must be a small group of people, huh! They're definitely grateful to us!!!"

"Don't kid yourself, what can we do for people who don't even want change for themselves?"

"Go to Tasia! He must have a way!"

A cold light flashed in Cyric's eyes.

"I went to him first, and then, it became what it is now ......"

A complete collapsing plan, unexpected resistance, and malice from those being protected ......

Father's fury, the accusations of the whole nation.

Cyric, who was knocked down by all this weight, immediately went to find Nerissa and Tasia.

Tasia nodded his head, said leave it to me, and then met the old city lord with Cyric's help.

He revealed his true identity, the prince of the elf clan, and then asked shocked Cyric to go out and talk to the old city lord alone.

By the time Cyric went back in, Tasia was gone and the city lord had cut off his breath.

"...... this ......"

"What you think, should I believe him?"

"......"

Cyric suddenly laughed miserably -

"Well, it doesn't matter, whether I believe it or not, this matter has leaked out, this war is no longer something I can stop just by trying to."

"So, our revolution ......"

"It is finished, don't think about it anymore."

I looked at his face that had turned pale from excessive sorrow and clenched my fist.

Cyric, who was genuinely caring about Fae, fell apart after being denied ......

He was already disheartened.

Cyric seemed to wipe the corners of his eyes without noticing--

"Finland, do you know what has become of us, the four of us?"

--Narissa, taken to prison as an accomplice.

-- Cyric, devastated and disillusioned.

--Tasia, who has been missing since then.

Only I was left ......

me who was not too enthusiastic about the so-called revolution.

"Cyric ......" I silently snapped my fingers and looked him straight in the eye, "You're tired, you can rest, now, it's my turn."