While the rescue party was resting, the capital was currently undergoing major changes.
Hilten went to his teacher, bowing a bit. "Sir, I found out about the bombing," he said with a frown.
"If possible, please put a hold on it."
The teacher sat leisurely as he drank his tea. "I know you well enough to know you're as far away from righteous as you look the contrary.
"We could've waited until they got the scientist."
"You don't seriously believe those people are still alive? Although there are farms there, those people are scientists. They can't fight those monsters."
"Besides, the people of importance are in lower basements, mostly old people, so it would be difficult for them to go to the farms."
Hilten frowned, pursing his lips, knowing full well—through Mira—that there was at least one survivor there.
Also… that girl.
"What's wrong?"
"It's about that girl," Hilten said, making the old man look at him.