Laine gently opened his eyes; he had received a spiritual communication.
He rose, helped Ollica tuck in the quilt, and gave the Dark Elf a gentle kiss on her cheek. Laine changed his clothes, stepped onto the balcony under the bright moonlight, and stretched leisurely: "Ah~ why do they always call me in the middle of the night?"
"Seems like something significant is happening in this world~" Laine murmured. Recently, his territory had been stable and peaceful. The residents were busy preparing for the Winter Festival, and the Baron himself had little to do other than overseeing the gradual arming of all soldiers with crossbows and training the peasants in spear formations.
Just as the words left his mouth, Laine screamed, and he was pulled into a spiritual vortex. Seconds later, he found himself deep in the cave of Charon Forest in the northern part of Baron Gene's Domain, where four golden-helmed and armored Imperial Guards were intently observing every movement nearby.
