“...... It's a good story. ”

Borena gave a very objective assessment with a complicated expression: "Elves...... Or the southerners, presumably believing in certain ...... Something more graceful. But we, the Anktanns, are more easily attracted to such sacrifices. ”

Martial northerners prefer tragic stories – the most precious things are always earned with blood and sacrifice. Like the Hammer Grian, whom the Anktanians worshipped, his family was able to rise through the chaos of war and still have the power to control the entire country, but the first awe and loyalty he received came from his tragic death.

"That's true. Travis smiled wryly, "But this ...... Stories, even the followers of Nesses, don't know much. ”

He gasped, his gaze drifting to the bottle on the table to the side, which Borena had graciously delivered to him.

Travis looked at His Majesty, who had no sense of the king, and took it stiffly.

"That's for the most devout believers...... For the priesthood of Nasus. Perhaps one day it will be proclaimed everywhere and become the most important part of the books about the gods......" The old man's voice suddenly rose and fell, "but not now. ”

Maybe it's never possible again.

The effort he put into it became worthless because of it.

...... If it's just "worthless", maybe even better.

"I'm a murderer. He whispered abruptly, clutching the bottle in a daze, and then shook his head for a moment before continuing.

"Copas asked me to find more records of the remains of the gods, no matter how ridiculous the legends may come from...... Whatever god is mentioned, it has long been forgotten or has never been recognized......"

For a long time, he thought it was just to get more evidence, until the "evidence" involved the blood sacrifices buried in the ancient and dark time, until the mysterious and bloody rituals became the reality he witnessed from the few words on the page.

The old man shuddered in his chair, his pupils constricting in the sudden fear - those nightmares would never let him go.

"I thought he just wanted to be empowered...... The power that is not allowed. His narrative became more confusing, "but that's not ...... Just...... He wasn't sure...... He needed trial and error, again and again, and again and again...... Kormit was right...... What the hell did I do......"

Nigel frowned, and once again reached out to stroke his forehead, his face gloomy and impatient, but his movements were very gentle.

He couldn't banish the fear in the old man's heart, but at least he could calm him down.

“...... He knew exactly what he wanted. Ed whispered, "Even without you, he could find it." ”

"You mean, this ritual—this spell," Iss paused, a little incredulous, "that Copas Fenton created it himself?"

In contrast, he prefers to believe that this is what the "god" who has been isolated from this world has taught his followers - but he knows exactly that the so-called "oracle" can never be so detailed and precise.

"He ......," Travis' expression was in a trance for a moment, then relaxed a little, "I don't know...... He probably knew something from the beginning...... What he asked me to look for was never as simple as he said it was. ”

"So," Croiffler tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair quickly, a little impatiently, "what's the point?—— how do you break that ritual?"

Travis gasped sharply.

"Rituals require God's bones. "That's the most important thing...... If it ceases to exist......"

"So we just need to destroy that bone in the Temple of Sidney?" Borena shrugged, "Sounds easy. ”

"If that's the case, I'm afraid it's not easy to get close to it. Ed whispered, "The temple...... There are a lot of quirky places. And if Scott had brought it with him......"

"It's easier than killing Scott, isn't it?" asked Borena rhetorically.

Ed had nothing to say.

Croefler leaned back in his chair, smiling rather than smiling.

"I don't know the gods or magic," he said, "but when it comes to 'bones,' ...... I've just gotten word here that Scott left the pit with a crate containing a skull...... A skull that resembles neither an orc nor a dwarf, it is surprisingly large...... And there are no eyes. ”

Ed's breath froze, remembering the aimless gods carved out of rock in the depths of the ruined Wind Fortress.

“...... Bartlett. Laval muttered.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's a 'god' too. "According to you, do the followers of Nessus want to give a 'new life' to such an unrecognized orc god?"

No one was able to answer.

"And," Croiffler continued, unhurriedly, "now that another God Bone has appeared, and Scott clearly needs it...... Are you sure that destroying that part of the temple of Sidney will stop everything?"

That little hope was dashed so easily. Travis stared at him blankly, as if his whole person was about to collapse at any moment, collapsing into a pile of debris.

“...... Maybe that's just a piece of material. Ogro spoke suddenly, with a rare eagerness in his eyes, "Maybe this ritual needs ...... Something that connects two worlds will also drain its power...... It is not reusable. ”

Magic, materials, what kind of purpose there will be what kind of needs—these are things that he is familiar with.

"If that's the case, it's not completely hopeless, and this kind of thing won't be everywhere anyway. Borena still has an out-of-the-box optimism, "as long as we can find ...... before they do"

He stopped abruptly and frowned suspiciously, "No, it doesn't make sense—if that's an essential material, shouldn't it have been collected and hidden in the morning?

“...... You know about the grass?" Ogro was surprised.

"What's that?" Borena looked dazed, then suddenly said, "I'm talking about the flower in Rao and Amphia that woke Amphia from her eternal slumber...... Is there really such a thing?"

Ogro's face twisted involuntarily - it turns out that the king of Anktanen still likes this kind of love story that sounds so vulgar?!

The incidentally off-topic episode disrupted his mind and took him a while to pick it up.

"If you don't care about those ...... Something too complicated," he said, "and just treating this ritual as some kind of spell...... I have a guess. ”

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