Chapter 22: Three Deities, Each With Their Own Destiny

Sitting by the window, Hill saw Fran flying through the sky from afar.

He hurriedly stood on the balcony to greet him, "Grandfather, what brings you here?"

"I must know the truth," Fran said, "just how serious is it that only His Majesty the King can bear."

Hill silently presented the draft, "I have copied an official version, and let Mr. Snow Cloud Peak deliver it to His Majesty the King.

I think there will be a response soon."

Fran took it over and browsed through with a serious expression—his hands flipping pages faster and faster until he finally cursed quietly, which was the first time Hill had ever seen Fran lose his composure like that.

"I'll have Adrian copy it later," Fran said as he slowly smoothed out the crumpled paper, "I think His Majesty will soon send someone to take the items away.

Adrian needs to know what's going on to avoid slipping up in a few days."