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Chapter 657: Oracle Eye [1]

"What is wrong with you?”

Are you okay?”

Leon’s sudden actions startled everyone as they turned towards him. He wasn’t usually like this. Why was he suddenly acting like this?

As everyone started to question his actions, Leon’s gaze remained fixed on Caius.

"What did you say his name was?”

"Lazarus.”

Caius replied slowly, his face just as confused as the others. Neither he nor the others could understand Leon’s actions.

That was until Kiera suddenly thought of something.

"Lazarus? Isn’t that name kind of familiar?”

"Now that you mention it Aoife thought for a moment before smacking her fist onto her palm, “Oh, right. Isn’t that the name of the guy from the Evenus family?”

Leon’s reaction finally started to make sense.

But at the same time, the others shook their head.

"Wait, don’t tell me you actually think that it’s the same one from the Evenus family, right?” As Evelyn asked the question, Leon finally managed to recover himself as he looked back and placed his chair back in place.

"Sorry.”

He apologized rather quickly as he took a seat.

"I’m… probably overthinking things. I was just startled by the name.”

"Well, fair enough. That name’s kind of unique. What are the odds we see someone else with that name?”

Kiera laughed while leaning back.

Leon looked at her and forced a smile.

"Yeah

Indeed, what were the chances?

Leon didn’t want to immediately jump to conclusions, but he didn’t think such coincidences existed.

‘But why would he be here? No, it wouldn’t make sense… I don’t exactly know where this place is, but I’m sure it’s really far. Would that guy really be able to get here?’

Leon’s thoughts started to spiral as he thought of the Lazarus he met back in the Academy.

Thinking about him, Leon’s mind was blank.

He couldn’t recall much about him, but he knew that he had accompanied him to the Mirror Dimension.

This was at least what he had been told by the chancellor and the guards.

He had been in quite a bit of trouble back then.

Although Leon’s senses weren’t telling him a thing, for some reason… Leon felt that the merchant Lazarus and the Evenus Lazarus were one of the same.

That was why he hadn’t been able to hold himself back.

‘It’s no use trying to speculate on this. I’m sure I can find more information if I investigate. From his appearance to his powers… I’m sure I’ll be able to find something.’

"Well, setting Leon’s weird actions aside

Shifting the conversation away, Amell looked towards the others.

"Did anyone else find something?”

"Pretty much the same as the others.”

"Yeah.”

The small meeting continued like that until everyone shared what they found. By the time they were done, they had a good understanding of the city and its layout.

Nothing appeared strange with the place, aside from the recent incident involving the strange merchant.

Something about the merchant felt extremely off, and after a while, everyone dispersed once again to investigate the matter.

They felt that whatever happened had to be something big.

However, the more they investigated, the more shocked they grew.

A sword user?

Emotive Magic?

Summoning an army of statues from the water?

Casting a massive fog?

An Owl?

The more they heard of his exploits, the more terrifying he seemed.

But at the same time…

This merchant.

Why did he seem so familiar?

***

"This is pretty impressive.”

Lazarus stopped in front of a huge cathedral. It stood at the center of the city, at the heart of a large and populated plaza surrounded by all sorts of gothic-shaped buildings.

Twin spires reached into the cloudy sky, their dark stone striking against the graying sky. Rows of tall, narrow windows were filled with stained glass that contrasted with the dark stone, reflecting against the white sun above.

The front of the cathedral was covered in statues, saints, gargoyles, and angels, looking a little worn as they all looked towards the entrance of the large cathedral.

But most striking was the large rose window looked out like a single, staring eye.

Staring at the cathedral, Lazarus felt small, and looking at its entrance, he could see many people wandering inside.

It looked like an extremely popular attraction.

As his gaze wandered around and analyzed everything about the cathedral, he decided to head in.

The moment he stepped inside, a cool breath of air slid over his skin. Light spilled from high above, catching on the polished marble beneath his boots. The floor gleamed like ice, enough for him to see his own reflection. Or at least, what should’ve been his reflection… He didn’t have one any longer.

Above him, the cathedral stretched into a vast and massive mural. At first, the murals seemed purely decorative, beautiful but meaningless, all flowing lines and simple shapes that appeared to be there to simply give life to the place.

But gradually, they began to change

His gaze eventually fell towards a specific section of the murals where he saw a woman with long flowing blonde hair, standing above all else as she held onto a large specter, where he noticed a strange eye in the middle of it.

Her presence appeared to radiate ‘holiness’ and ‘purity’, although her face was turned away as she appeared to be facing a blurred-out figure.

The figure stood opposite her, its presence looming over like some sort of monster.

Lazarus’s eyes narrowed at the sight, and as he turned his head, his gaze eventually fell on a certain individual, garbed in brown clothes.

"Hello.”

Lazarus went on to greet him.

Looking at him, he looked like some sort of guide.

"Hello, how can I help you?”

"Are you the guide?”

"I am. Is there something that I can help you with?”

"Yes.”

Lazarus rummaged through his pocket and took out a single coin before handing it to the Guide.

"I’d like some information on that mural over there. What exactly is it?”

"Ahh, that mural.”

Taking the coin, the guide smiled before looking at the mural.

"I’m sure you already have an idea, but that mural depicts our Goddess Panthea in her holiest and purest of forms.”

A look of reverence flashed on the Guide as he looked at the mural.

"The mural depicts the Battle of the Shattered South, one of the most infamous conflicts ever to scar the region, and the battle that granted the Goddess rule over the Remnant South.”

Lazarus listened carefully while the guide spoke.

He was completely unfamiliar with this piece of history.

"The battle raged for months as the Goddess clashed with one of the gods. To this day, no one knows for certain who her opponent was, but the rumors suggest it was Mortum.”

"Mortum?”

Lazarus’s brow rose, and the guard merely smiled.

"It’s just rumors. No one but the Goddess truly knows the truth. Yet the battle was no easy one. It took everything she had to repel the other god. Though she emerged victorious, her precious scepter shattered in the struggle, and from the aftermath of that conflict arose the Eclipsed Maw.”

Lazarus felt his breath pause at the words.

"It’s a rather famous location. It’s not far from here, and many go there to try their luck.”

"Try their luck?”

What for?

"Well, rumors have it that the remains of the Goddess Scepter remain in the Eclipsed Maw. The church has tried many times to search for it, but with no success. We don’t believe the rumors to be true, but the Goddess herself appeared to have confirmed that her scepter is indeed there.”

Oh.”

As Lazarus’s gaze settled on the scepter in the Goddess’s hand, more precisely, on the eye embedded within it, a flood of understanding suddenly washed over him.

He finally understood why he had to go to the Eclipsed Maw.

However…

‘If even the Goddess can’t find it, what makes it possible for me to find it?’

Noel had never been specific when telling him about the location of the eye. All he said was that he’d eventually know once he got there.

Lazarus had yet to feel a single thing, but he could only accept the situation as it was.

He was also curious about something.

‘Did he really fight against the Goddess? What was the reason… and is she still alive?’

Lazarus thought of the steeple he saw from a distance, and his face twitched slightly.

Things would become rather complicated if she were still alive.

Unable to hold his curiosity, Lazarus turned towards the guide.

"If the Goddess herself says the scepter is inside the Maw, that means she’s still alive. So why hasn’t she gone to retrieve it herself?”

"Of course she’s alive.”

The guide laughed.

"It’s just that the scepter is broken. She no longer has a need for it, and

The Guide’s brow furrowed, but only for a brief moment, as he then shook his head.

"Well, let’s leave it at that. It mainly comes down to the fact that she has no need for it anymore. Although we did try to send a couple of expeditions looking for it, with no success. Some say it broke to the point of leaving nothing behind.”

"I see.”

Lazarus didn’t believe the words for one moment.

If his guess was right and the eye truly was the relic he sought, he doubted the Goddess was indifferent to it. There had to be more to it than what she let on.

"Is there anything else that I can help you with?”

Looking at the Guide, Lazarus shook his head and smiled.

"No, this is good enough for me. Thank you very much.”

"It was a pleasure working with you. I hope to see you again.”

"Yes.”

Brushing his hair back, Lazarus proceeded to look around the church, asking questions here and there before moving out. As he did, the scorching air of the Mirror Dimension hit him once more as he lowered his head.

His thoughts passed the moment he did.

.”

His shadow…

It was partially gone.

Closing his eyes, Lazarus raised his head back up and proceeded to move forward again.

‘It’s starting

His slow and gradual erasure.

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    658 Oracle Eye [2]

    Within the confines of a quiet office, a certain figure sat behind the desk, slowly compiling a series of papers. Aldric looked busy at work. This was only natural considering everything that was unfolding behind the scenes of the Evenus Household.

    If he wanted to create a power strong enough to rival that of the Royal Family, he had to handle a lot of things. But he wasn't far off from achieving that sort of power. Everything had been set in motion for quite some time, and everyone was completely oblivious to it.

    There were only a few more things for him to handle before he could blow everything up.

    "Sir..."

    A figure appeared next to Aldric. Without looking, Aldric extended his hand.

    Without looking, Aldric extended his hand and received a piece of paper. He looked through it for a brief moment before frowning.

    "That is a bit faster than I expected."

    The paper detailed to him the current situation within the Church of Oracleus. It wasn't good.

    "...The church was slowly starting to fall apart."

    "So not only is the Cardinal sick, but the Saint appears to be losing his mind?"

    "Yes, that is correct."

    The figure standing next to Aldric answered.

    "From what we've uncovered, the Saint has lost a significant amount of weight and begun abusing his power, killing multiple servants as well as other members of the Church. His mental degradation is quite obvious to the people. Although the Church and the Round Table have tried to cover it up, rumors have started to spread, sparking public outcry. Some even calling for his replacements. "

    "Hmmm,"
    Aldric eyes narrowed.

    The situation was moving at a pace that was faster than he had previously calculated.

    'Was the rejection of the blood too much for the Saint to handle?'

    This wasn't good news.

    Emmet needed to be back before the Saint completely absorbed all of the blood, because by the time he did, Toren would finally make his move.

    Toren was merely waiting for the Saint to fully integrate with the blood before taking action.

    Aldric had originally expected the absorption to take a few more months to a year, but at the current rate, it might take even less time.


    "This is not ideal."

    Aldric pursed his lips as he raised his head to look at the ceiling.

    Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the chair.

    'At least, I hope he managed to get to the Remnant South.'

    If he did, he wouldn't need to worry too much.

    That was because...

    Aldric knew he was going to meet 'her'. So long as he met her, then everything would flow more smoothly.

    He just hoped that everything flowed smoothly.

    It was a race against time.


    Lazarus stared at his shadow. It was dimmer than usual, its color fading a little more with every passing second he stared at it.





    He understood that he didn't have much time. However, he still remained calm. There was no use in panicking.





    He understood that he'd soon receive a breakthrough in the situation. Sylas was probably going to make a move, and he was going to wait for that moment.





    Until then...



    'I'll focus on trying to get the eye.'



    The eye was the key to everything. So long as he managed to get it, he'd be able to return to the world outside the mirror. This place... it felt suffocating.

    It held a beauty of its own; the architecture and various areas were striking, but beneath that charm lay something poisonous. Everything within this place was dangerous, and the dry air that filtered through the surroundings made it hard to admire anything.

    Lazarus was slowly starting to understand why the gods had turned mad. Not only were they slowly being consumed by the power of the source, but they were also stuck in such a harrowing and suffocating place. Anyone would go mad when being stuck here for so long.



    But that was of no concern to him. He wasn't like them. He could go out anytime and now held the key to tapping into the source without going mad.


    The key to it all was emotive magic.

    'Level five...'

    He was almost there.

    It was right as Lazarus was about to move when he felt the presence of a figure standing next to him.
    When did he...?

    "What do you think of the Cathedral? It looks nice, doesn't it?"

    His voice was warm, and standing beside him felt almost like standing next to the sun. His long blonde hair swayed gently, and his eyes, matching his own hair in color, stood out brilliantly against the white garbs he wore.

    He looked like the embodiment of the sun itself as he slowly turned his head to look at him.

    "It cost us quite a bit to build, but it was worth it. It gave us a vantage point to observe the surroundings. That way, if something does happen, we'll see it coming."

    From the way he was speaking, it was almost as though he was speaking to a longtime friend.

    Lazarus tried to maintain indifference as he listened to the man's words.

    He was also quite surprised to see that no one was particularly looking in their direction.


    It was almost as if... their presence had been completely erased from the world.

    "Judging from your face, you must be wondering about my identity. Why did a random man I know nothing about suddenly show up out of nowhere?"

    "...More or less."

    "Hahaha."

    The man laughed at Lazarus's bluntness, seemingly finding the situation amusing.

    He was just about to speak when Lazarus spoke.

    "My guess is you're with the church. Your strength isn't exactly ordinary, and since you're not wearing the standard white robes like the other Luminarchs, I'd say you hold a higher rank."

    Lazarus felt his body tense as he spoke.

    He could feel it with every part of his body that the man before him was incredibly strong. However, since he had already been found by him, Lazarus also knew that running away was impossible.

    "Since you came to find me directly, you're obviously here for me. Is it about what happened in Virith-Anash?"

    "Virith-Anash?"

    Lazarus raised his brow when he saw the man raise his brow in confusion.

    'He isn't aware?'

    "I did hear about something happening there... That was you?"

    ....

    Lazarus didn't reply. Was his original guess wrong? He had originally expected the man to approach him because of what had happened there, and that his disguise had been seen through, but that wasn't the case at all.

    Then...?


    "Wow."

    The way the man looked at Lazarus changed.

    He looked... almost impressed.

    "Taking a look at you, I thought you were rather weak. I didn't expect you to be some sort of secret powerhouse. I guess... the Goddess did have a reason for calling for you."

    "The Goddess?"

    Lazarus's facade almost broke upon hearing the man's words.

    He didn't hear wrong, right?

    The Goddess...? She was the one who sent the man to him?

    Then...?

    "Looks like you have a vague idea about my identity."

    With a smile, the man stepped back and lowered his head slightly.


    "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am the voice of the Goddess Pathea, the ruler of light - her chosen speaker, I am the current Living Saint."

    Extending his hand towards me, he continued.

    "I am officially here on her behalf to invite you to the Ashen Steeple. The Goddess would like to have a meeting with you. She has been expecting you."

    Swoosh! Swoosh!

    In that moment, as though the veil that was shrouding their presence dropped, all heads turned in their direction.

    "Ah!"

    "Isn't that...!"

    "The Saint!"

    Seeing the commotion around him, Lazarus closed his eyes and tried his best not to smile.

    He...
    Had really put him in a tough situation.

    "Please be careful with the box. There's a lot of important stuff inside."

    An'as sighed while looking at the people he had hired moving the boxes towards a small storage unit. While their original intention was to open up a merchant store, the process was complicated.


    A lot of paperwork needed to be filled out, and the number of Salas needed in order to make everything work out was astronomical.

    It wasn't worth the cost.

    Especially since they weren't planning on staying for long.

    "Oh, you're here."

    Just as he managed to sort everything within the storage unit, Anne appeared from a distance,

    It took a moment for An'as to recognize her as she wore a disguise.

    It took a moment for An'as to recognize her as she wore a disguise.

    "Did you find anything?"

    "Yes."

    Anne looked around.

    "Is the merchant not around?"

    "Not yet. He seems to have gone towards the city center."

    "The center?"

    Anne thought for a moment before mumbling, "Could he have gone to the church? That's the only thing I'd say is worth visiting."

    "Probably."

    An'as turned towards the distant cathedral.

    He stared at it and felt almost nothing. There was a time when he had dreamed of entering that church, of becoming a Luminarch and earning a seat at the table. But now, looking at it, the feeling was gone.


    Why was that? What had changed?

    An'as was left at a loss. He felt that his obsession with the Goddess had somewhat diminished ever since his journey from Virith-Anash. His thoughts turned a little complicated when thinking about it. Was this a good or a bad thing?

    "Could this be due to the primordial one?"

    An'as didn't know, but he decided to discard such thoughts for now as he got Anne to help him sort out the situation.

    "That merchant said to meet here at about this time. Let's wait for him for a bit and see if he shows up."

    "And what if he doesn't show up...?"

    "I... don't know."

    An'as flicked his lips. He just hoped that no incident would occur from this moment forward.

    But...


    How could his wishes ever occur?

    A sudden commotion rippled through the area as An'as and Anne exchanged a glance. Turning toward the source of the noise, they saw a crowd of people rushing toward the city center.

    "Quick!"

    "Huuuurrry! We might miss it!"

    "What's going on?"

    "Why are they all rushing there?"

    Both of them suddenly started to have a bad feeling all of a sudden.

    And then...

    Just as they began to move to understand what was happening, they heard someone scream, "The Living Saint! The Living Saint has left the Church! He's inviting someone to the church! Hurry!"

    "Huh?"

    "What?"

    "Huh?"

    "What?"

    The eyes of the two widened as they looked at each other.

    Then...

    They both rushed into the crowd.
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    658 Oracle Eye [2]

    Within the confines of a quiet office, a certain figure sat behind the desk, slowly compiling a series of papers. Aldric looked busy at work. This was only natural considering everything that was unfolding behind the scenes of the Evenus Household.

    If he wanted to create a power strong enough to rival that of the Royal Family, he had to handle a lot of things. But he wasn't far off from achieving that sort of power. Everything had been set in motion for quite some time, and everyone was completely oblivious to it.

    There were only a few more things for him to handle before he could blow everything up.

    "Sir..."

    A figure appeared next to Aldric. Without looking, Aldric extended his hand.

    Without looking, Aldric extended his hand and received a piece of paper. He looked through it for a brief moment before frowning.

    "That is a bit faster than I expected."

    The paper detailed to him the current situation within the Church of Oracleus. It wasn't good.

    "...The church was slowly starting to fall apart."

    "So not only is the Cardinal sick, but the Saint appears to be losing his mind?"

    "Yes, that is correct."

    The figure standing next to Aldric answered.

    "From what we've uncovered, the Saint has lost a significant amount of weight and begun abusing his power, killing multiple servants as well as other members of the Church. His mental degradation is quite obvious to the people. Although the Church and the Round Table have tried to cover it up, rumors have started to spread, sparking public outcry. Some even calling for his replacements. "

    "Hmmm,"
    Aldric eyes narrowed.

    The situation was moving at a pace that was faster than he had previously calculated.

    'Was the rejection of the blood too much for the Saint to handle?'

    This wasn't good news.

    Emmet needed to be back before the Saint completely absorbed all of the blood, because by the time he did, Toren would finally make his move.

    Toren was merely waiting for the Saint to fully integrate with the blood before taking action.

    Aldric had originally expected the absorption to take a few more months to a year, but at the current rate, it might take even less time.


    "This is not ideal."

    Aldric pursed his lips as he raised his head to look at the ceiling.

    Closing his eyes, he leaned back against the chair.

    'At least, I hope he managed to get to the Remnant South.'

    If he did, he wouldn't need to worry too much.

    That was because...

    Aldric knew he was going to meet 'her'. So long as he met her, then everything would flow more smoothly.

    He just hoped that everything flowed smoothly.

    It was a race against time.


    Lazarus stared at his shadow. It was dimmer than usual, its color fading a little more with every passing second he stared at it.





    He understood that he didn't have much time. However, he still remained calm. There was no use in panicking.





    He understood that he'd soon receive a breakthrough in the situation. Sylas was probably going to make a move, and he was going to wait for that moment.





    Until then...



    'I'll focus on trying to get the eye.'



    The eye was the key to everything. So long as he managed to get it, he'd be able to return to the world outside the mirror. This place... it felt suffocating.

    It held a beauty of its own; the architecture and various areas were striking, but beneath that charm lay something poisonous. Everything within this place was dangerous, and the dry air that filtered through the surroundings made it hard to admire anything.

    Lazarus was slowly starting to understand why the gods had turned mad. Not only were they slowly being consumed by the power of the source, but they were also stuck in such a harrowing and suffocating place. Anyone would go mad when being stuck here for so long.



    But that was of no concern to him. He wasn't like them. He could go out anytime and now held the key to tapping into the source without going mad.


    The key to it all was emotive magic.

    'Level five...'

    He was almost there.

    It was right as Lazarus was about to move when he felt the presence of a figure standing next to him.
    When did he...?

    "What do you think of the Cathedral? It looks nice, doesn't it?"

    His voice was warm, and standing beside him felt almost like standing next to the sun. His long blonde hair swayed gently, and his eyes, matching his own hair in color, stood out brilliantly against the white garbs he wore.

    He looked like the embodiment of the sun itself as he slowly turned his head to look at him.

    "It cost us quite a bit to build, but it was worth it. It gave us a vantage point to observe the surroundings. That way, if something does happen, we'll see it coming."

    From the way he was speaking, it was almost as though he was speaking to a longtime friend.

    Lazarus tried to maintain indifference as he listened to the man's words.

    He was also quite surprised to see that no one was particularly looking in their direction.


    It was almost as if... their presence had been completely erased from the world.

    "Judging from your face, you must be wondering about my identity. Why did a random man I know nothing about suddenly show up out of nowhere?"

    "...More or less."

    "Hahaha."

    The man laughed at Lazarus's bluntness, seemingly finding the situation amusing.

    He was just about to speak when Lazarus spoke.

    "My guess is you're with the church. Your strength isn't exactly ordinary, and since you're not wearing the standard white robes like the other Luminarchs, I'd say you hold a higher rank."

    Lazarus felt his body tense as he spoke.

    He could feel it with every part of his body that the man before him was incredibly strong. However, since he had already been found by him, Lazarus also knew that running away was impossible.

    "Since you came to find me directly, you're obviously here for me. Is it about what happened in Virith-Anash?"

    "Virith-Anash?"

    Lazarus raised his brow when he saw the man raise his brow in confusion.

    'He isn't aware?'

    "I did hear about something happening there... That was you?"

    ....

    Lazarus didn't reply. Was his original guess wrong? He had originally expected the man to approach him because of what had happened there, and that his disguise had been seen through, but that wasn't the case at all.

    Then...?


    "Wow."

    The way the man looked at Lazarus changed.

    He looked... almost impressed.

    "Taking a look at you, I thought you were rather weak. I didn't expect you to be some sort of secret powerhouse. I guess... the Goddess did have a reason for calling for you."

    "The Goddess?"

    Lazarus's facade almost broke upon hearing the man's words.

    He didn't hear wrong, right?

    The Goddess...? She was the one who sent the man to him?

    Then...?

    "Looks like you have a vague idea about my identity."

    With a smile, the man stepped back and lowered his head slightly.


    "Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am the voice of the Goddess Pathea, the ruler of light - her chosen speaker, I am the current Living Saint."

    Extending his hand towards me, he continued.

    "I am officially here on her behalf to invite you to the Ashen Steeple. The Goddess would like to have a meeting with you. She has been expecting you."

    Swoosh! Swoosh!

    In that moment, as though the veil that was shrouding their presence dropped, all heads turned in their direction.

    "Ah!"

    "Isn't that...!"

    "The Saint!"

    Seeing the commotion around him, Lazarus closed his eyes and tried his best not to smile.

    He...
    Had really put him in a tough situation.

    "Please be careful with the box. There's a lot of important stuff inside."

    An'as sighed while looking at the people he had hired moving the boxes towards a small storage unit. While their original intention was to open up a merchant store, the process was complicated.


    A lot of paperwork needed to be filled out, and the number of Salas needed in order to make everything work out was astronomical.

    It wasn't worth the cost.

    Especially since they weren't planning on staying for long.

    "Oh, you're here."

    Just as he managed to sort everything within the storage unit, Anne appeared from a distance,

    It took a moment for An'as to recognize her as she wore a disguise.

    It took a moment for An'as to recognize her as she wore a disguise.

    "Did you find anything?"

    "Yes."

    Anne looked around.

    "Is the merchant not around?"

    "Not yet. He seems to have gone towards the city center."

    "The center?"

    Anne thought for a moment before mumbling, "Could he have gone to the church? That's the only thing I'd say is worth visiting."

    "Probably."

    An'as turned towards the distant cathedral.

    He stared at it and felt almost nothing. There was a time when he had dreamed of entering that church, of becoming a Luminarch and earning a seat at the table. But now, looking at it, the feeling was gone.


    Why was that? What had changed?

    An'as was left at a loss. He felt that his obsession with the Goddess had somewhat diminished ever since his journey from Virith-Anash. His thoughts turned a little complicated when thinking about it. Was this a good or a bad thing?

    "Could this be due to the primordial one?"

    An'as didn't know, but he decided to discard such thoughts for now as he got Anne to help him sort out the situation.

    "That merchant said to meet here at about this time. Let's wait for him for a bit and see if he shows up."

    "And what if he doesn't show up...?"

    "I... don't know."

    An'as flicked his lips. He just hoped that no incident would occur from this moment forward.

    But...


    How could his wishes ever occur?

    A sudden commotion rippled through the area as An'as and Anne exchanged a glance. Turning toward the source of the noise, they saw a crowd of people rushing toward the city center.

    "Quick!"

    "Huuuurrry! We might miss it!"

    "What's going on?"

    "Why are they all rushing there?"

    Both of them suddenly started to have a bad feeling all of a sudden.

    And then...

    Just as they began to move to understand what was happening, they heard someone scream, "The Living Saint! The Living Saint has left the Church! He's inviting someone to the church! Hurry!"

    "Huh?"

    "What?"

    "Huh?"

    "What?"

    The eyes of the two widened as they looked at each other.

    Then...

    They both rushed into the crowd.
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      HOLY GOAT 🐐🔥🔥🔥
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      ADAM !!!???
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