At least under Louis' rule, those people lived a life they could never have before.
Perhaps the Northern Territory in Louis' hands will see a rebirth.
Thinking of this, Duke Edmund couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Emily..." he murmured.
She was his smartest, most stubborn child, and the one most like her mother.
Edmond had originally planned not to disturb her until his death, not to disturb the one nurturing new life.
In this destined-to-end drama, not letting her see his aging, collapsing state.
But now, he suddenly wanted to see her, and this thought had been recurring these past few days.
Between Red Tide and Frost Halberd, there lay the mud and ruins of post-war reconstruction, and more so the relentless cold currents of the Northern Territory day and night.
It was too selfish to let her risk it.
But he still... wanted to see her.
After a long silence, Edmond suddenly laughed.
The laughter was like rusty armor, making a soft, creaking noise in the quiet night.
