The Order Bureau is striving to restore order, with one Special Operations Group after another being newly formed to tackle the upcoming crisis. Bologue guesses that at this time, Xilin is also recruiting warriors, preparing to counterattack the King's Secret Swords, while the King's Secret Swords are also gathering power, awaiting Xilin's return.
Xilin's success or failure will determine the future of the Empire.
Bologue has tried not to think about these things, but he also knows he can't avoid it; it's the kind of thing that's commonplace and habitual.
Reaching the end of the corridor, Bologue knocked on the door, and then pushed it open and entered.
Upon hearing the knock, the patient on the bed sat up. Despite the rescue efforts, he still looked terrible, his hair had turned gray, his face had many wrinkles, and a layer of bandaged gauze covered his eyes, blocking his vision.
"Good morning, Geoffrey." Bologue greeted.
"Good morning."
