The following three days.
Ronald mostly spent his time in various negotiations.
Anyone involved in this fleet's departure was well-informed within the borders of Grid, so they quickly learned that Ronald would also be joining.
The importance of this matter is obvious to ordinary Casters.
Facing the inclusion of a contemporary original holder of the highest caliber.
Even if these people just came to express goodwill, it made Ronald's waiting life quite 'fulfilling'.
So much so that by the early morning of the third day, when he walked out of the apartment into the pitch-black sky.
The nostalgic comfort in Ronald's heart was long gone, replaced by a sense of relief as if escaping a sea of suffering.
"My god, it's finally over..."
On the way to the port, Ronald couldn't help but sigh.
But this slight lament was immediately caught by Costa, who was beside him:
