บท 298: Volume 4: Turbulent World Chapter 20: Nicosia (1)

The cool breeze of late autumn already bears a hint of chill. In half a month, autumn will have passed, heralding the arrival of the harsh cold of severe winter. The icy winds from the Far North Icefield seem as though they emanate from the depths of hell itself, utterly unstoppable by a few worn tents alone. This is why the representatives of the Three Cities are so desperate to get these refugees on the road; no one wishes to bear the responsibility for refugees freezing or starving to death. If they can safely deliver these refugees to their destination, whatever happens afterward will no longer concern the Three Cities. Both morally and in terms of duty, they can wash their hands of the whole affair.