With Perfikot's explanation, Weir finally understood the ins and outs of the matter, causing her small face to crumple.
"Doesn't this mean the Empire is about to be doomed?" Though exaggerated, Weir's description wasn't far off the mark.
"If you're talking about the Empire's mainland, then it is indeed about to be doomed. In a year, when global temperatures drop sharply, the mainland will be frozen into Hyponia's ice field." Perfikot shrugged, appearing indifferent.
Weir felt a wave of helplessness, a desire to act but with nowhere to start, causing anxiety.
But she quickly stabilized her emotions and asked Perfikot, "Does the Empire have a plan? Is there anything I can help with? If there's anything you need, just ask.
Although my strength isn't what it used to be, I can still be of use. I consider myself quite useful in alchemy."
Although Weir had long since retired and her character was quite lazy, she still had some sense of responsibility for her country.
