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The atmosphere was tense, but in the end, they didn’t directly fight.

Just like Rose said, Nosen arrived.

He made a grand entrance as both sides were about to clash, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being revered by countless eyes.

Under his mediation, Marshall stepped forward to battle Anarce.

As expected, Marshall was killed by the bloodthirsty Anarce using magic, his limbs severed, serving as a harsh warning to everyone present.

After the killing, Anarce left without looking back, as if she had lost her soul.

Under Nosen’s watch, no one stopped her; they just watched her disappear into the night.

This state made Hilia frown.

Worried, she said, "What’s wrong with Anarce? After her revenge, something seems off with her state. Could she be thinking of suicide?"

The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed.

Even with Nosen backing her up, she was like a puppet, waiting for his mediation, then killing Marshall, then leaving with a relic of Marshall’s.

The entire time, she didn’t look at anyone, including Nosen.

Hilia felt that even if she stood in front of Anarce, Anarce wouldn’t look at her.

Her state was very wrong.

Not entirely assured, Hilia decided to quietly follow and see where she was going.

She glanced inside the Flame Sun Love shop, curious about whether they would discuss anything after Anarce left, but compared to Anarce’s state, none of those mattered.

Most likely they would either negotiate and leave or drink together.

Nothing worth watching.

Even if afraid of missing some useful information...

There’s always God!

The omnipotent God would never miss any crucial information!

But before preparing to leave, Hilia asked Rose, and after Rose nodded, she quietly departed, not participating at all.

Following Anarce all the way, leaving Frost Town, familiar paths, familiar graves.

She placed items from a few enemies who killed her parents in front of the two grave markers, crying softly before them.

The surroundings were extremely quiet; as night deepened and stars dotted the sky, the girl’s crying appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

If Hilia had come alone, she would have been scared and wanted to run away.

But even with Rose to talk to, she still nervously glanced around, afraid something would suddenly appear.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Back in Dusk Town, there were so many graves, and you weren’t scared then."

"It’s different; the scene there was like a dream, all the graves arranged neatly and solemnly. Here, the graves are crooked and neglected—who knows if they’re actually buried with bodies."

Rose: "..."

Anarce’s crying lasted a long time.

She said not a word the entire time, leaving Hilia bored, eventually seeking out Rose for information.

"Rose, does that Love pub have any useful news?"

Rose said, "First of all, it’s called Flame Sun Love, secondly, it’s not a pub but a brothel with a casino, and lastly, they didn’t do any transactions or discussions; shortly after Anarce left, the sides parted ways, no conflict occurred."

"They didn’t fight? Such a shame."

Hilia was deeply disappointed.

But it was also somewhat expected.

Hilia was quickly distracted by something, "That base earlier, it turned out to be a brothel? What else would the Flame Sun Association not do?"

"The gang does everything from gambling, extortion, robbery, taverns, brothels, drug trafficking," Rose replied coolly.

In the magic world, there are more psychoactive plants and drugs than in electronic technology worlds, and they are more widely used.

Among them, many are recognized for sale due to stronger positive effects over addiction, but many remain banned substances.

These banned substances bring significant profits to underground organizations everywhere.

Though the Flame Sun Association is just a local gang, there’s nothing they haven’t heard about or let pass.

"More despicable than the nobility," Hilia gritted her teeth, "Rose, I don’t want to let the Flame Sun Association off the hook; can I take them all out?"

"As you wish." Rose indifferently replied, "Since you’ve seen it, it’s just a convenient thing. But you should know, merely doing this can’t solve the problem—a Flame Sun Association falls, and there’ll be Fiery Sun Associations, Summer Associations, etc., emerging."

"Why?"

"Because there’s profit to be made."

"... Rose, did you ever deal with gangs when you ruled before?"

Rose pondered briefly, searching his mind for gang-related terms before saying, "Before I successfully ruled the continent, there were many; after ruling, I didn’t deliberately eliminate them, and later they just vanished. I don’t know whether small places have them, but generally, they’re absent."

"How did you eradicate them?"

"It’s simple. Let everyone feel that work is more worthwhile than risking their lives, and no one will join gangs."

As he spoke, Rose smiled, "Whether it’s eliminating the nobility or gangs, just relying on the Holy Daughter’s position isn’t enough, or even the Pope’s position isn’t enough... oh, the Pope refers to the Holy Court’s Holy Master."

"To what extent is enough? Becoming an emperor?"

"Still not enough."

"Then..."

"You need to be unbeatable, unrestricted, and also able to bring benefits to everyone—that’s enough."

"..."

As they spoke, Anarce gradually stopped crying.

She sobbed for a while, stood up, gathered all the enemies’ items she brought, and set them ablaze.

Afterward, she took a deep breath.

"Father, Mother, I miss you so much, but... there are many things left undone, your wishes are not completely fulfilled. I will live on, until your wishes are fully accomplished, and then I will come to reunite with you."

Observing secretly, Hilia was drawn to her voice and paused at her words.

"Her parents’ wishes...?"

Hilia didn’t know what her parents’ wishes were, but if Anarce planned to finish them before suicide, she couldn’t let her complete them.

Or, during the completion, lead her out of this mindset, away from suicidal thoughts.

Hilia felt the latter was harder than the former.

The former wasn’t easy either.

It’s a matter concerning someone’s deceased relatives, and surely they wouldn’t easily be persuaded.

"This seems so troublesome... Let’s just take it step by step; if I can’t stop her, then there’s nothing to be done."

Hilia scratched her head in frustration, growing more fearful the more she contemplated.

"I’m most afraid of troublesome matters."

"Just let it be," Rose said. "For those who want to die, no matter how you try to stop them, it won’t work. For those who don’t want to die, they’ll emerge from the darkness on their own, don’t add unnecessary worries."

"True..."

"Since you’ve confirmed your friend is fine, let’s go do the last thing."

"Alright!"

The girl walked toward Frost Town.

"Since we’re here, we must seek justice!"