With the war over, there was no need to worry about ambushes or take detours. Leon and his team took a direct route across the continent and returned to the Empire in less than ten days.

Arriving late in the evening, Leon declined the welcome banquet his friends had prepared for him, opting instead for a quiet meal at a tavern with Rebecca and a few others. He found it more comfortable to share simple moments with old friends rather than endure the formalities of a banquet.

“As I entered the city, I noticed that nearly all the streets have been restored. Your work here has been pretty efficient,” Leon said, holding a can of beef and nodding approvingly.

“Well, the Upper District was the main economic center,” Nacho replied with a wry smile. “When the Nightmare Demon was kicked out, it nearly brought down the Empire’s entire financial structure. It took some time to rebuild, but we’ve even managed to get our hands on canned beef again—though there were days it was nothing but cold water and noodles.”

Leon chuckled, “Still as sharp-tongued as ever, Nacho.”

Nacho grinned and extended his hand to Leon. “Welcome back. With your help, we’ll finally rid the Empire of the last remnants.”

Leon put down his can, shaking Nacho’s hand firmly. “You’ve had a tough job here. Any progress in interrogating the ministers who colluded with Cantor?”