The traditional and ancient dark grey stone castle remained silent, seemingly empty except for the hall in which they were located.

The male lion looked at his brother with some bewilderment and then with ignorance.

The old king remained motionless in his seat, but Leon believed that his brother, like him, could smell fresh blood.

The smell of blood poured from the seated king, and it was hard to imagine that there was so much fluid of life flowing out of his body just by looking at his crumpled and withered body, and that the blood gushing out of his lower abdomen even formed pools of blood under the throne and table.

But both Perturabo and Leon were bizarre and unaware of which weapon had caused such a bleeding wound.

Or maybe some extremely intelligent four-legged creature actually knew it, but he didn't say it, or if he said it, it wouldn't be so peaceful.

The old king's expression was blank, and the only expression he had seemed to be alternating between anticipation and anger, and on the long table in front of him lay three glittering and striking treasures.

The lion's shepherd brothers began to sneer when they saw them, "Humph...... This skeleton really likes you and him very much...... It's all tools, but there's still love and hate, and how sad, Leon, I mean us. ”

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about, but Peturabo, you'd better speak with respect."

Leon's green eyes swept over the ornate and heavy golden golden candelabra on the far right in the direction the king was facing, one of the largest and most ornate objects in the castle.

And beneath it, the dust accumulated on the table was so thick that it obscured the texture of the layers underneath, and on the far left was a spear, also made of gold, but surprisingly sharp, its blade like a pool of ice water floating with blood, a strange streak of blood stained it; In the center, in front of the king, is a large chalice made of the same gold, the body of which is beautifully decorated with various crafts.

The lion remembered the last time he had been sent here, and the fog, the forest, and other buildings, and the old king he had met on the river, and the words he had warned him had been told by the Dark Warden came back to him.

"You're asking the wrong question." He whispered the admonition. Peturabo, who was next to him, sneered again.

"The Dark Watchers told you." Perturabo's long, plush tail was held high like a victory flag, and the white tail tip hair resembled the tip of some kind of flag. He walked around the still-motionless seat of the old king with light steps, his paws treading on the pools of blood with every step, and the snow-white fur on his four feet was not stained red at all.

"That's right, I'm not a likable but I look good in the hand, and I think that at this moment, if you have anything to remind me, this is the right time to say it."

"I don't think so, Leon El Johnson, you're doomed to be in vain today, but you can still ask him three questions."

The dog blinked.

The lion exhaled a cold snort from its nostrils.

"Is this some kind of riddle setting? I've conquered countless worlds, not all of them, but some of them do mention something like that of nursery rhymes, myths, and legends: you have to say the right words in order to be able to speak to a mysterious person or prophet, or there will be some kind of law that prevents communication, or worse happens. ”

"That's right, and a lot of times, the animal companions carried by the protagonist in fairy tales are often the key to breaking the game, and mine looks like a fairy-tale kind white-bearded grandfather brother, so you can ask the questions you want to ask first. Don't let the poor paralyzed old man, who is badly cared for by his mentally ill son and ignorant pets, wait too long. ”

“…… Peturabo, aren't you really deliberately provoking him? I saw that his eye muscles were twitching. ”

"Of course not, Leon, whoever is angry will admit it, after all, I didn't name names, and who knows who I'm talking about?"

The dog walked around the old king, whose angry expression had the upper hand on his face, and then heard his stupid but still somewhat useful eldest brother ask three very stupid but very necessary questions, "Who are you?" "How can I heal you?" and "Where is this—"

The moment the lion's third question came out, the shepherd dog suddenly jumped onto the old wooden table with his excellent jumping ability, and at the same time he hurriedly asked the old king his own question: "Which one?!" ”

A light flashed unexpectedly from the old king's eyes, and both the lion and the sheepdog saw one of his fingers reluctantly raised, moved, and pointed—

The moment the lion's third question fell to the ground, all the dark shadows cast on the ground by all the light sources in the castle—fireplaces, candles, chandeliers, candles, or anything like that—suddenly began to wriggle wildly, as if they were all about to come to life, and the shadows or the monsters in the shadows gathered towards the old king, the lion, and the sheepdog, and the old king's eyes suddenly burst into a golden light—the cold golden light tried to envelop the lions and sheepdogs— But because someone interjected to ask a third question, the golden light was faster than lightning, but it seemed that it was still a little slower—

All the time.

From far to near.

Will there be a library in the castle?

Or will there be a library in the middle of the tower?

There was a movement of turning the pages, first the first, then the second, the fourth, the sixteenth...... It was as if hundreds, thousands, of unmeasurable volumes of Ganges sand were being opened at the same time, to a particular page, and the extremely slight rustle of fragile paper made a deafening sound on this order of magnitude.

The confluence and superposition of billions of tiny voices soon became so great and so great that it was impossible to ignore, and finally the unknowable, inaudible, indescribable, but never-ending roar of this non-existent being, shook the entire castle, even its foundations, all the fires were shaken, and the shadow monsters cast by the light became equally unstable.

The golden light finally shrouded Perturabo and Leon.

All beings in perception are "blank" for a moment.

In their ears, a tick of alerts sounding to announce that the ships and fleet had successfully reached their destination.

The lion found himself and his brother standing in the room aboard the Terra Glory once again.

(End of chapter)