"Is the royal capital screaming? I smell nothing but the fragrance of black tea."

"The Saint Who Calls Calamity" was condemned and banished from the royal capital—Elicia. However, the true nature of her power was to sense the harbingers of collapse and prevent disaster. Without the saint, the royal capital could no longer suppress the distortions, and collapse began. The castle crumbled, and the glorious city sank amid screams. At last, the people began to cry out, "Bring back the saint!" But—Elicia sat on a hill in the remote borderlands, quietly sipping tea while gazing down at the crumbling royal capital. "Even if you ask me to return, it is far too late." The royal capital receives the retribution for its condemnation. The saint has no intention of helping. A single cup of tea becomes more valuable than the death throes of the royal capital—a brief, darkly ironic short story brimming with quiet schadenfreude and elegance.