The Celestial God lightly shifted His body.
He seed to be chuckling.
I knew it. Damn it.
“I figured as much. If she could, there would have been no need to abduct Lepia’s soul from the underworld or place a real soul in Ophelia’s fake body.”
“······Don’t tell …”
The Celestial God nodded.
“W-What?”
“It’s alright. These aren’t easy things to talk about. Still, I would like to hear the voice of the oldest hero.”
Adwin jumped in.
“Want to summon Mr. Trail into my body? Then you could speak with him directly.”
Trail imdiately refused.
[No, no, no.]
‘Just say it once. You have done it before, haven’t you?’
[Hmm.]
‘If you’re just embarrassed…’
[That’s not the only reason. No matter how skilled Adwin is as a necromancer, housing my soul might be too much.]
Fair point. But then how have you been living in for so long?
Trail noticed my question and answered preemptively.
[Because you’re an absolute freak of nature.]
‘Could have just called “special.”’
[That word’s not strong enough.]
I shrugged and said,
“He’s worried it might harm you, Adwin.”
“He’s not just embarrassed?”
“Mm… how did you know?”
“I can tell by looking at a soul. But he’s not wrong either. He’s like a senior to all of us heroes including you.”
Then Offense said,
“Don’t know if this is the ti for it, but…”
“Oh co on, when have you ever cared about that? Just say it.”
“I’m at least more tactful than you, Adwin.”
“Huh?”
“Anyway, based on what Mide said, our enemy isn’t just Idria anymore. It’s the Celestial God too, right? Did I get that right?”
I fell silent for a mont.
Lisel hesitated, then offered so reassurance.
“Don’t worry too much. At least we have one piece of hope.”
“What hope?”
“The one Mide ntioned earlier. Impelium.”
“Ah…”
“When you said that na, even the god trembled, right? Maybe if we use Trail’s Eye of Omniscience to dig into Impelium and the Celestial God’s secrets, we will find a lead.”
That was what I was thinking, too.
I nodded, and everyone seed to relax a bit.
Serein stretched and groaned, clearly uncomfortable with the heavy atmosphere.
“Yaaaawn. Lisel’s right. The Celestial God’s stuck at the starting point, so he can’t directly interfere with us anyway.”
“True enough.”
“So let’s stop the gloomy talk and have a drink to celebrate surviving a god, huh?”
She suddenly froze mid-stretch.
Her eyes were fixed on the sky.
We all looked up.
And we saw it.
A sky entirely dyed in gold.
“T-This is…”
During the Grand Purification, and earlier when we saw the golden throne, the sky had also turned gold.
But this ti, there was a key difference.
Scale.
The scale was entirely different.
Even flying high on Agril, as fast as we were, the entire sky to the edges of our vision glowed gold.
Neril whispered.
“…A divine oracle.”
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