Eden did not continue to ask further.
He knew that even if he mentioned the little boy and his mother, the Holy Servants would remain indifferent.
From the perspective of those devout to the King of Kings, time was about to end, history was nearing its conclusion, and nothing needed to be changed.
Human fate had long been predetermined, everything depended on the will of the King of Kings, with sin laid before His table and goodness in His eyes. The apocalypse was near, and whatever people did on earth was merely a sigh.
Eden turned away in silence, leaving the hall, pacing slowly back to his room.
Black smoke rose in the sky, Eden grasped the hilt of his sword, as if sensing something, smelling the scent of burning ashes.
"Has someone encountered misfortune again?"
Smelling the scorching scent in the air, Eden looked up and saw streams of black smoke wafting over the city, as if a fire had ignited somewhere.
