Then, he saw the tall captain leading a group of Knights charge out of the small city. Outside the city, tens of thousands of musketeers were assembled in formation, with cannons aimed at this place. But the tall captain showed no sign of fear. He watched ahead, slowly donned his helmet, and then, he raised the battle flag in his hand. "Forever unyielding!" A chorus of Knights responded in unison. Then, the raised battle flag began to move. The Pope informed him. Informing only him, the last of the Chen Xi Knights. "With no one left, how can 'Chen Xi' rise again?" "We still have... Prussia!" He did not know what Prussia was at the time. And for quite a long time afterward, he did not know either. For, the Pope and several Bishops disappeared. They vanished with all the riches bought with blood. In an instant, Chen Xi Church crumbled and scattered. And he, the last Chen Xi Knight, could do nothing. How could he have any reason, any position to persuade those who wanted to leave? He could not even persuade himself. He watched an era collapse. He watched an era rise. He was merely an unnoticed insect. He was like a lost soul, wandering over the entire land. Then, when he returned to the place he once called home, he was already grey-haired. Looking at the familiar places, staring at the brand new 'St. Paul School' sign, he applied to join. Not just because there was someone he knew here. But also because this was where he chose to lay his bones to rest. Gong Lan-Sun waited for death here. Until one day, he had an unexpected visitor. Jason heard the footsteps, opened his eyes wide, hoping to see who it was. He could feel that this person was of utmost importance. But then, he woke up. The scent in his nostrils brought him back to consciousness. The clear dream in his mind, the visitor with no answer, made Jason somewhat annoyed. But soon, the hunger pang from his stomach prompted him to stand up and head downstairs. This was his residence in Newdeth City. Of course, he knew it well. In the downstairs hall, Edward, little Bansey, and Griffin were all there. The three slumped on the sofa, waiting for dinner. And the female pastry chef, Hannibal, was busy in the kitchen. "You've been asleep for a whole day." "If you hadn't woken up, we would have had to call a doctor." Edward asked with a smile. "Just had a dream where I couldn't tell what was real." Jason answered as he looked in the direction of the kitchen. "Jason, you'll have to wait a bit longer." The female pastry chef, who had been paying attention to Jason since he came downstairs, immediately said so.