Reimian Empire

The mention of erinium brought back unpleasant memories for Celiad. "No, a ship is called a ship so that it can travel on water! How will it fly without wings? And besides, they'll have more than one explosion with this erinium, and many innocent souls will perish before they finally get it right." Nevertheless, the Dark Elf felt a slight desire to live long enough to see this wondrous machine with his own eyes. He simply couldn't believe that one day it would be possible to travel to anywhere, just as he does now by train, but even faster. No, it's just nonsense. The name of the criminal organization didn't appeal to him at all, nor did what it did. How many more people like him are there in the city, people without a past, without acquaintances or friends, whose disappearance would go unnoticed? He could only hope for the diligent work of law enforcement. He received the news of the emperor's resignation with mixed feelings. "It's not proper for women to be involved in such things; their place is at home, raising children!" He tried to remember if the emperor had any grown sons who could worthily continue his father's work. Just in case, Celiad decided to be cautious. Then he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything all morning and set off to find a grocery store in the old quarter.