In a corner of the base, in a wide space where luggage had been cleared away, boxes brought up from the basement were stacked neatly.
These were the potions that had recently begun mass production.
In addition to those, items that once occupied the first floor were moved elsewhere, and various supplies began to pile up in the now empty, spacious area.
Watching this scene quietly, Rin turned her head to look out the window.
The bustling streets were somehow filled with a familiar and peculiar atmosphere.
A procession of wagons several times larger than usual.
Soldiers walking the streets.
Merchants beginning to stockpile goods.
Come to think of it, a year has already passed.
Rin, who had already experienced the same event once, naturally realized that 'that time' was approaching.
The annual event of Labyrinth. The monster invasion was drawing near.
