Ed, like Sachses, strongly hopes that the Whisperer will find his rightful place in this world, but what the White Crow has taught him alone will not solve all the problems. Had it not been for Balk's timely men, the people in Stonebutch City who had suddenly discovered that they possessed all sorts of strange abilities last night, and those around them, even their loved ones, would have been more panic than excitement, and if they had done nothing about it for a longer period of time, some would have relied on their own strength to gain more of their own benefit, some would have been terrified and regarded this sudden power as a curse and a curse, and some would have been jealous, like so many for thousands of years, and regarded those who were different as children of demons......

Not many people are comfortable with such a sudden change, especially when it doesn't happen to everyone fairly.

"Even if we could teach these people how to control their power as quickly as possible and make them heroes to save the world, they would still be seen as outliers. "People need to be led, from the beginning...... And you can't wait until the dust settles. I have asked Lord Balk for help, but he has told me that the most suitable person for this is not him, nor the king or lord, but the clergy. ”

For thousands of years, temples of all sizes have been scattered in every corner of the continent, and some small temples in the middle of nowhere may have only one or two priests and can do extremely limited things, but they have long become an indispensable part of people's lives. Even if the faith of many people gradually dims its brilliance, the trust and reverence for the priesthood have long been ingrained in the bloodline and will not disappear easily.

Ed, on the other hand, only realized after being reminded by Balk that he thought Sean had concentrated all his strength, but in fact, there were still many priests who were silently doing the most ordinary things as before, not because they were only capable of doing this, but because, where he could not see...... Beyond Stonebuch and Neo City, on the wider continent, more people are still living as usual, even if they already feel the change in the world, feel the shadow coming, and even in the midst of all kinds of rumors and fears, they can only live as usual, because this alone has forced them to do everything they can.

And those who are still by their side, those who are the most ordinary clergy, have become beings who can calm people's hearts. Their tiny power is like a candle at the end of the night...... It was a force he hadn't seen before, but now he was going to rely on.

"I don't need them to put on some sacred cloak for those whisperers who suddenly awaken...... Maybe you can tell them that it's the world to protect itself...... The power awakened to protect them is actually present in the body and soul of every person born into this world, just as their prayers have their power. "He weighed and racked his brains, trying to be able to do everything without causing harm to either side – but it wasn't easy. It was not easy for the clerics to accept this explanation alone, as evidenced by the stark differences between the high-ranking clerics last night towards the Sword of Light and the Magic Moon.

He could only hope that because of his special status, he could at least let the Water God Temple try to take the first step.

"Of course, if they don't think they can do it, at least don't let people panic because of it, and don't avoid those people like snakes and scorpions......" He began to shrink back nervously in Sean's silence.

"I will pass on your orders. Sean finally spoke.

“...... It's not ......," Ed instinctively denied, but his voice weakened into a thin puff between his lips in Sean's gaze.

He is the sage of the god of water, and if he cannot completely abandon this identity, then, this is his command. His hesitation will only confuse those who want to follow him.

"Okay. He said.

"I'll give the task to the right people. Sean's tone was unwavering, but it was like a thousand words: "Even if there are doubts in my heart, the people who are still left today are trustworthy...... As long as you give directions, they may know better than you how to solve the problem. But, Ed, they will only truly believe in you if you believe in them, and only when you will think of them can you gain their unshakable loyalty. The power of the Whisperer may indeed be important, and I can see that you have sympathy for them, but if you value them more than anything else...... You're going to lose people you shouldn't have lost. Balancing is hard, but you have to do it, otherwise you won't get help and more likely backlash. ”

Ed felt a dull ache in his palms—his hands were clenched so tightly that his nails were sinking into the flesh. He should be grateful, he had already added his "order" to his support when he said, "I'll give the task to the right person," and he knew that Sean was right, and he couldn't afford to compromise on the other...... Such tireless teaching is very rare for an old man who doesn't like to talk much, but it is also so tight that he can't breathe.

To make matters worse, in Sean's calm, he was vaguely aware of an ominous eagerness, and he knew what that meant, but he didn't want to think about it at all.

"I ...... Got it. He replied, suppressing his anxiety and fear.

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After walking out of the temple for a while, Ed suddenly noticed his own shadow dangling strangely on the ground. He paused, and it took him a moment to make sure that he was indeed dangling—he was limp, as if all his strength had been drained, and even when he stood there, he was unsteady as if he were drunk.

He needs to rest...... He had to hurry back. Sleepless nights, coupled with all kinds of changes, the "blood of God" could not wash away the exhaustion that penetrated deep into his bone marrow. But with a little sleep, he can pick himself up again.

He quickened his pace, but slowed down as he approached the door, and finally unconsciously turned to the other side.

The moonlight was so bright that he felt like a shadow about to dissipate. Step by step, he somehow made it to Stoke Fountain Square. The parched pools are crisscrossed by the cracks left by the last earthquake, like indelible wounds.

He looked around, remembering how noisy and crowded it had been, and in a trance, even the memory of meeting Aaron Mancini in the crowd steaming in the summer sun and smelling of sweat had become less terrible.

He sat down on a stone chair by the side of the square, and hid himself in the deep shadows of the trees, and his heart was blank. He didn't know why he didn't go home, there was someone there who would give him warmth and comfort, someone who would not hesitate to share the burden on his shoulders......

That's what he can rely on...... That's what makes him stronger, and it's what makes him weaker.

He once threw down the Staff of Eternity to get out of the otherworldly ring, but it seems that until now he has not been able to distinguish between trust and dependence.