The morning breeze swept across the Empire's sky, bringing the northern chill.
Along with it came an Apostle of Deities, cloaked heavily.
The Chief Apostle Arthur coldly stepped into the spring, arrived at the agreed location, and spoke towards the woods:
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Doesn't matter, everyone seems to want to stand me up anyway."
From the woods, a man emerged slowly, carrying a large number of inexplicable creations on his back. He wore a tattered yellow engineer hat and chewed on a blade of grass, appearing lazy and carefree:
"Apostle Arthur, according to our agreement, you should report on our Greedy Speaker's situation."
"The Endbringer just awoke from a nap, she's very stable. She's quite satisfied with my sudden actions, but as for the alliance with Leoz, just as Lady Gaia foretold: not much has been gained before betrayal was already planned."
Arthur nodded and said:
