Night has arrived.
The darkened sky stretches far, like a black canopy decorated with stars.
Everyone has already retreated within their tents, save for the patrol officials who have been closely guarding the settlement.
Right now, as I watch all of this from a high altitude in the sky, I am not alone.
Kalakuta is here as well.
The Maggiore we both sit on gently flaps its wings as it drifts aimlessly around while hovering around our territory.
However, my focus isn't on that or even the settlement beneath.
It's resting on Kalakuta…
Particularly his complex expression.
"... And so, the battle lasted for three days, that is if I count from the first contact with the enemies of the Eastern Sects." Even as I explain details of what happened in his absence to him, observing his facial features throughout, I cannot help but think that something is off about this matter.
What is going on with Kalakuta?
