As a native of the Duchy of Ruiqi, Virgil didn't really understand shut-in types like Sparda, nor did he understand so-called otaku culture. He couldn't fathom how those strange little plastic figurines could be worth 8.9 billion, either. Even so, he knew that the skies over the continent of Ruiqi were clear and blue.
But peaceful days still had to come to an end. Underlying currents were stirring, and everything was proceeding according to plan. The upheavals sweeping across the continent had little to do with this young man.
Or so it seemed.
