She didn't know how to respond.

Did Gwen suffer a stillbirth?

And what about Gwen now...?

Have you ever heard of the Scales of Justice?

As Grand Duke Balor continued to ask questions, the confusion in Lia's eyes deepened.

He chuckled softly and continued explaining:

"The soul of a baby growing in its mother's womb is not yet fully formed."

"Once it dies young, it doesn't even have a chance to be reincarnated."

"Therefore, in order for Gwen to survive, the believers used the scales of the goddess of justice."

The scales of Justice are not only her divine weapon, but also her sacred symbol.

"Taking advantage of Gwen's incomplete soul formation, the believers forcibly transferred her soul to Libra."

"Therefore, that scale became Gwen Delin's new body."

This also explains why no one has been able to find the scales of justice after they went missing.

“Gwen is the scales of the goddess of justice.”

...

It was during this time that Victor realized something was amiss with Gwen's identity.

Throughout the player's entire game timeline, searching the entire world will not yield the true 'Scales of Justice'.

Only the Mage Council possesses a scale, but it will remind players that it is a replica.

The fake exists in the world, but the real can never be found.

It's as if it only exists in the background story.

But what if Gwen herself is the Libra?

This is not impossible, because the true scales may very well have always been in the hands of believers.

When all deities depart, they leave their relics to the churches that believe in them.

Believers in the Church of Abundance always hold ears of wheat from the Goddess of Abundance.

Viktor learned from Gwen's father's memories that Gwen had died once.

But she was resurrected by the followers of the goddess of justice.

How can believers possess the power to resurrect humans, especially a child who died in the womb?

They can only use the power of God.

Finally, they waited for Gwen to grow up.

She will once again become the blade of the goddess of justice, the scales by which good and evil are measured in the world.

Of course, all of this is just Viktor's speculation.

Therefore, he asked Grand Duke Balor to have this necromancer, who could see into the depths of the soul, take the initiative to contact Gwen.

Once his conjecture is confirmed, the believers' behavior will be easily resolved.

If Gwen were truly a goddess, then these believers would not be so disrespectful to their goddess, let alone take actions to attack her.

On the one hand, they hope to be freed from Gwen's clutches and become the experience that nurtured her.

On the other hand, they want to take back Gwen.

Reclaim the Scales of Justice and awaken the powerful goddess.

but……

Victor stood atop the tallest clock tower in the center of Shulbourne, hands in his pockets.

As dusk fell, the howling wind carried a sense of danger and a somber gloom.

Victor's black trench coat billowed and fluttered in the air, making a rustling sound.

He looked down at the city, now shrouded in sin, and spoke softly:

"You have forgotten an important principle."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out one hand, which hovered in mid-air.

The magic in the air began to fluctuate, and as space subtly curved, a jet-black staff gracefully fell into his palm.

The golden bird's head atop the staff stands proudly in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a proud raven yearning for the sky.

"If something is fake for too long, it should become real."

Viktor's voice was calm yet firm, and then,

A complex and massive magic array instantly appeared beneath his feet.

Countless textures weave and interweave around the magic circle, and dense runes interlock and merge at the edges, working together to exert their effects.

Like a waterfall, magic cascaded down from above, and the long-prepared magic finally gathered above Victor's head.

The magic slowly descended, flowing into the golden bird-headed staff.

The crimson ruby ​​eyes on the bird's head shone with a mesmerizing fluorescence, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a huge illusory scale slowly emerged from the void, swaying gracefully at the top of the staff.

Whoosh!

In an instant, all the magic power poured out, and beams of light swirled in the air, outlining the silhouette of a huge human figure.

As the magic intensified, a goddess with snow-white skin slowly emerged from the sky, gradually taking shape from the dense outlines.

She held a swaying golden scale in one hand and a slender black sword in the other.

A black helmet concealed the upper half of her face, and her pair of black, warm lips exuded an aura of holiness and inviolability.

Behind it, a pair of magnificent black wings slowly flapped in the sky above Shulburn, stirring up a surging storm.

The figure hovered high in the sky, and though it did not speak, its supreme majesty permeated the entire city.

In an instant, the phantom of the goddess of justice attracted countless eyes.

Many residents pressed their faces against their windows, gazing intently at the clock tower in the city center.

At this moment, Victor, who was below the goddess of justice, slowly lowered his gaze.

Gazing at the evil lurking among the masses, he murmured to himself:

"Then—let us enumerate your sins."