This is a question that Ed cannot answer. He had never even met the High Priest, and what had struck him had always been York's respect for her for not changing for any reason—the same and different from his feelings for Felicity.

The paladin, who had run to their house to question Ed, followed York out of the crowd, but didn't get too close. She looked at the young priest with concern, but when Ed's gaze swept over, she looked down in a panic and subconsciously clenched the hilt of her sword. The uneasy and wary reaction made Ed feel a little weird...... It wasn't hostility, it was fear.

Ed didn't have time to think too much. When they finally saw the crack, the gap that had once been so wide that it could almost be eaten had shrunk like a few entangled wisps of black smoke, and it floated tremblingly, as if it could be solved with a wave of the hand like a cobweb sweeping away the corner of the house.

But in the end, no one dared to reach out.

The different forces are flowing slowly, and when they meet, there is no incompatible impact of ice and fire, but as if they are compromising, tentative, and gradually merging together. The surrounding atmosphere was as muddy as the bottom of a river full of sediment, and there was no danger to be felt, but there was always an indescribable uneasiness, which made people uncontrollably wonder if there was something hidden in the gravel that obscured the view.

Many people had heard Ed's conversation with York, at least the origin of the "Magic Moon", but no one asked for more. A pair of eyes looked at Ed with different thoughts, and Ed nodded in acknowledgment, looking at everyone quietly.

Some of them may have known about the existence of the moon that disappeared for an unknown number of years and then suddenly appeared, but none of them seemed to have any intention of opening up.

The unusual silence choked in Ed's chest as a sullen mass that he couldn't exhale. Sean is not here, the high priestess of the goddess of dawn is dead, and there is no news of Hoyt Laval, who was disguised by the illusion, so it is likely that he has been killed...... The clergy gathered here, dressed in white robes with only different details, clearly differed in their positions, and did not have a leader who could unite them.

...... A flock of geese.

Ed's tongue bittered at the thought of Mondstadt's unceremonious taunt. There are so many of them standing here, but their momentum is simply not comparable to that of a lone mage.

"It is said—just supposedly," Mondstadt lengthened his voice behind him, still bothering to hide the sarcasm, "a long time ago, the giants discovered that there was not only one power in this world...... Magic and miracles don't come by prayer alone. They studied this ...... with great interest A freer force, knowing it, controlling it, and gradually breaking free from the grip of the gods, the great temple was empty, and the names of the gods were no longer chanted. So the moon that 'brought magic' suddenly disappeared one day and never rose again. The only thing left in the night sky was the smaller one, as weak as a shadow. ”

Ed frowned slightly, but didn't try to stop it, just listened quietly.

"The giants were a little disappointed, but only disappointed. At that time, they had no intention of turning away against the gods who created them, but there were always some seeds of resentment that were quietly planted until the elves were born...... Until the little ones they could trample to death with one foot multiplied and grew stronger and stronger, until they realized that if they didn't do something about it, they would be the ones who would be trampled to death—they couldn't get the moon back, but they found allies strong enough. Later......"

The mage spread his hands: "Don't let me say any more, right?"

Ed quickly exchanged a look with Is.

A wise mage would never speak in such a tone in front of a group of clergy about the gods they believed in. Skyle Mondstadt was indeed a proud man...... Proud and confident, but never arrogant.

He may have been carried away by the sudden force, or perhaps he was too excited to finally show his true strength...... But Ed won't let go of another possibility.

By the time he turned, Iss had already taken a few steps away, seemingly casually, and stood in a more appropriate position. When he met the mage's gaze, the arrogance, contempt, and madness that were no longer hidden in it made his heart sink.

"You found out. "But did I say anything wrong?—— every word I said was true." ”

He burst out laughing uncontrollably in a low exclamation, and the human body instantly disintegrated into countless black snakes, flying into the shadows of the night.

Ed instinctively raised his hand, and the sky suddenly lit up, instantly holding it in the palm of his hand, and when he pressed down with his backhand, it burst into a bright light like the sun, piercing straight into all the snake shadows that scattered and fled.

He easily stopped them. The snake-like shadows swirled and smoked, trembling and vanishing, and the strong smell of hell filled the air, choking people with nausea.

Ed was stunned for a moment before slowly lowering his hand.

He didn't feel too good - it was too easy.

"Not all. Isis said.

Ed nodded, frustrated. He really should have taken a look at the illusions locked up in the temple of the god of water...... It may not have managed to escape, but the "part" of it escaped was still under its control, and it caused him a lot of trouble.

“...... Can it be split like this?" he asked his friend, wistfully.

"How do I know?" said the ice dragon, who didn't even have a chance to make a move, was not very happy, "Illusions rarely get out of hell. ”

He doesn't know everything, either!

They talked to each other as if no one was around. Ed hadn't meant to, just a little hairy from the gaze glued to the back of his head - he had made a huge mistake that he hadn't figured out how to deal with it.

His intention was to avoid the vanishing rift from widening again, but he used it without hesitation...... As the phantom had said, "a freer force," it was used with ease, as if it were born that way...... It was as if the moon was rising for him.

In the presence of a group of priesthood with different hearts, at a time when their interests and positions are facing the greatest challenges...... At a time when their faith is under attack.

He has no intention of deceiving and concealing. Sooner or later, he had to let others know what kind of power he had, but this situation was not a good time

The crow's whisper still rang in his ears. She said he could get more support – he could have the support of the whisperers, and the mages and clergy at the same time...... He also risks easily losing those "supports" that are not very reliable in the first place.

As he turned to face the predicament he had to face, he suddenly remembered Keller Brian.

That mysterious half-elf is the priest of the moon god.