We were just speculating about whether there was a connection, but it was confirmed in the blink of an eye.
The world changes as rapidly as a spinning top.
"But I never expected to have heard of it; I thought I knew nothing about it."
The other person glanced at me, narrowed their eyes, and exuded an increasingly obvious sense of familiarity: "Did you go out of your way to find out? After that last meeting, we had to tie our hands and feet when we were moving around."
"...So, you were from that time, weren't you?"
The conjecture was confirmed; the image of a smiling man with squinting eyes flashed through my mind in the room, where the shadows were elongated and distorted by the lamplight.
"A bastard who spreads disaster everywhere, disrupts the order of the city, and then, when things get out of control, chooses to sneak away and hide his tracks all the way."
"No."
Despite being prepared, instead of a furious attack, I unexpectedly received a negative response.
The Star Cultist in front of him twitched his lips, revealing a bitter smile: "While I admire how they managed to obtain so much intelligence, their understanding of us is flawed."
"Are you trying to argue that you didn't do what happened in the Sacred Tree Barrier?" I tried to refute.
"...I cannot deny that. However, if we were to further subdivide, I would not be a member of the faction I belong to."
He shook his head, leaned forward, crossed his hands, and earnestly explained: "We firmly believe that all disasters will one day come to an end, and we are committed to finding the appropriate methods—which is why the Holy Maiden quickly sought me out and tried to make contact after noticing your appearance."
"On the other hand, there is an idea that has infiltrated or spread widely within the organization, which is that everything will eventually lead to an unsolvable end. Instead of wasting time and energy and living in constant fear, it is better to give it a push from behind and enjoy everything in the present moment."
“They were the ones who caused that incident. I tried to stop it, but it was too late. Of course, I also had to leave because I was afraid of being implicated. From this perspective, I also need to reflect on my own behavior.”
The saintess standing to the side nodded quietly, her eyelashes fluttering.
That sounds plausible.
But is that really the case?
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