Chapitre 259: Chapter 259: Everyone, Good Job.

"And here we are, what you're looking at…

…is the base of the Hope Guild."

The jet that Riley was on finally slowed down; the view beneath them, a vast sea of murky waters. There was a tiny island; no, perhaps a rock formation was the better word to describe it– and this rock formation was the entrance to the Hope Guild.

"Right at the very center of the world," Tempo then breathed out; the tone of his voice probably containing years of pride, "Who would even think that the base of the Hope Guild is somewhere in the Black Sea, right?"

"The Black Sea is filled with weird creatures, Mr. Tempo," Riley replied; not even seemingly curious with the view below, "I believe Empress made the right decision to choose this place."