"How do your rumors even manage to upgrade themselves, next thing I know I will be crying rivers?" Igula said irritably, "I just...can't see any hope."
"What hope?"
"The hope to turn the situation around." Igula's voice lowered, "Hanna, Belladett, Senheiser, the Yisu Royal Family, Red Hat, and so many more... In the Kingdom of Gospel, there are only two types of people now: those who want to kill us and those who want to use us. Besides the ethereal wish of the Divine Lord, I can no longer find any way out."
"Can we really survive the Weaving Festival? Is there anyone in the Gospel who can still help us?" Igula looked down at the blurry reflection of himself in the water, a drop of water fell from his hair, creating ripples, "Harvey only knows about his Alice, and you are out of tune too. I'm constantly wondering what to do... I really have..."
Ever since arriving in the Kingdom of Gospel, the pressure on Igula had increased day by day.
