Lynch picked up the letter unfolded by the paper crane, his gaze falling on the emblem in the corner—a cross of light entwined with thorns—the Light Church, Julia. His slender fingers traced the elegant script, his brows first slightly furrowed, then gradually tightened, forming a heavy crease.
"Blair?" he murmured the name softly, with a hint of surprise and distant memory.
The letter clearly outlined the distress and plea for help of the Wizard Family in the Ancient Ruins, and their urgent desire to ally with the Jade Land and the Light Church against the Freemasonry Church.
Lynch frowned, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the smooth walnut tabletop.
With Jade Land newly stabilized and much to be reconstructed, he had neither the interest nor the energy to get embroiled in the complex maelstrom of hatred in that distant land.
