"No, it's not time to go back yet."
Recalling the indescribable splendor that tore the dream apart in an instant, Leon shook his head gravely and said:
"Counting the worlds originally held by Number 1, Fredri already has the roots of six entire material planes in her hands. If we don't think of something soon, she's bound to collect even more roots in the future.
If it really comes to that, even if I join forces with the Third Generation and Evangelin, I'm afraid we won't be able to resist her. So, we must quickly contact other root survivors and find ways to cooperate, uniting as much strength as possible."
"What if Number 1..."
"She shouldn't be able to bother with me now."
Patting the back of the old yellow ox beneath him, urging it to speed up, Leon explained:
