As the girls chatted and enjoyed their little tea party nonchalantly, chaos unfolded throughout the royal capital.
In the slum area, for instance, a patrolling soldier headed there, intending to blow off some steam by beating up someone from the slums—an act they could easily "justify" by accusing the residents of petty crimes like theft.
However...
"What the hell is going on...?" the soldier muttered to himself, scanning the area. "I can't see a single shadow of those slum rats! Where did they go? How is this even possible?!"
"I don't know..." his companion, who had tagged along, replied.
His face was pale with fear, and his lips trembled at the thought of the unknown.
"Maybe... they got spirited away...?"
He attempted to rationalize the situation but realized that what he suggested was even more far-fetched than the reality they faced.
