"What do we do now?" One of the people from the Holy Empire asked this question all of a sudden when he saw that I wasn't doing anything.
I looked back at them and shook my head.
Even though they were asking me this question, it wasn't as if there was anything that I could do about this.
I knew just as much as they did.
But the way that they looked at me was as if they believed that I would be able to do something about this.
This caused a bitter smile to appear on my face.
"Just what am I supposed to do about this?" That was the complaint that passed through my mind seeing them act like this, but I didn't say it out loud.
Instead, I turned back to look at the door and raised my hand to put it on the door.
This was the hand that had the Mark of God on it.
