Gerard had prepared a soup for Jason’s night snack. Shredded coconut meat, giant crabs, and a special kind of seahorse. The latter was Jason’s favorite ‘food’. “A sort of little monster near Hans Port.” “Omnivorous, their juices cause skin to fester upon contact.” “Not scary individually, but in groups, they used to be a major headache for the fishermen at Hans Port. Then I sent someone to exterminate them and made them into…dried seahorses.” “Just like ‘Panacea’, they are deeply coveted by some nobility.” It’s not about noble sentiments. But rather, it’s the basic essence of being human. Dennise remembered her mother’s words well. As for whether the deceased count as people? Dennise considered herself one. She ate and drank, lazed in bed, read novels, sunbathed, played in the sand, raised snails, and raised insects. In what way was she not human? It’s just that she had grown a bit accustomed to referring to herself as ‘it’. She knew she was a good girl. Facing Dennise, who was bowing in apology, Peters slumped down in defeat. A dull aura began to emanate from the ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman. He couldn’t possibly fight with a little girl. And drawing his sword was even more out of the question. He still had his own honor. He had just really been in a rage. The ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman, having calmed down, was just silently lamenting in his heart. Gerard, who was sitting next to Jason, waved at the chef. “Just like you did just now,” “bring him another,” Gerard instructed. He stared blankly at Gerard until another luxurious dish of tiny dried fish was brought before him, at which point he snapped back to reality. “I won’t say thank you!” The ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman, filled with gratitude, turned his head away as if he hadn’t glanced at Gerard at all. Then, he stealthily looked at Gerard again. Seeing that Gerard had no reaction aside from a simple smile, he immediately turned his head back. He reached out his hand, inching closer to the plate. Once his fingers touched the edge of the plate, he swiftly snatched the top dried fish and stuffed it into his mouth like lightning striking before you can cover your ears. A sensation of bliss began to spread in the heart of the ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman. He felt that at this moment, even if he were to die immediately, he would die without any regrets. Just then, Gerard said with a smile: He then gestured for the chef to serve the ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman another dish. When yet another serving of dried fish appeared before him, the ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman began to seriously question his life. He pursed his lips and finally, with his head lowered, said: “Before, even though I knew that your overthrowing of the school wasn’t entirely wrong, I couldn’t face my own heart, persistently seeing you as my enemy.” “Now, I can finally face my heart.” The ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman said this as he continued to shove dried fish into his mouth. The dried fish taste so good! Indeed, facing one’s heart sincerely makes food taste even better! Yet, faced with the ‘Cat Hole’ swordsman’s gratitude, Gerard was somewhat lost in thought. Overthrowing the school… That was his initial goal. The goal had been achieved. But the ideal had not been realized. The school disappeared, and the old nobility began to fall. Yet, the so-called new nobility emerged. Is the New Federation really different from the old Federation? It’s just a change of name after all. Gerard, lost in thought, suddenly smiled and shook his head. What use is it to think about this now? First, let’s get through the immediate crisis. The Revival Society, the Abandonment Sect, the Erosion Society, the Federation. Each is extremely difficult to deal with. Especially the Federation controlled by his old friend, which is truly terrifying.