Honestly, I never thought I'd encounter something like this before I confirmed it.
It's understandable that the water placed in the golden cup becomes purer, and it's also not surprising that the dirty water with ink stains that were poured in later is cleaned. However, when other successful water sources are randomly mixed in, and the resulting magical water is completely pure after removing impurities, a tingling sensation rises from the end of the spine all over the body.
It wasn't unearthed from any special place; I just happened to pick it up... Although it might be a sacred artifact belonging to the church, how could it possess such powerful effects? And wouldn't this mean that wherever I go, as long as I have enough magic power, I can easily obtain sufficient clean water resources?
This thought flashed through my mind almost instantly.
Although the complex procedure itself must be constructed in advance to assist in its preparation, this is not difficult for me; it only requires a short period of time for analysis and practice.
However, one question remains.
"We haven't tested what effects putting blood in it would have..."
The accumulation of numerous malicious remarks heard along the way fostered a deep sense of distrust, and the reasons why the church insisted on taking such actions were even more alarming, to the point that one dared not easily touch upon them.
Furthermore, "I always feel that there are some important points that need to be paid attention to that have been overlooked."
Although the replicated ceremony venue is much smaller than the total area of the central square, it is at least detailed enough and there are not too many deviations. Even the efficacy itself can be successfully replicated and activated. In conclusion, it has achieved the initial preset goal.
However, this only proves that the ritual itself was accomplished with the help of the sorcerer, and is not a strong piece of evidence that can be used to definitively refute their position.
Since it's a world without gods anyway, restating and arguing about it again won't have much impact.
While it's unclear what the church's need for clean water and the purpose behind the icicles that form from it are, it doesn't seem like something worth making a big fuss about.
Wait, that's not right.
Could it be that adding blood would produce different effects?
I stared warily at the golden cup before me again. Through the magical energy swirling around it, which was much brighter than before, I could vaguely glimpse its blood-soaked past.
Although rare, blood is also a carrier of magic.
My mood suddenly soured.
"Aren't we going to continue the experiment?"
The blind saint, who had been quietly observing, tilted her head and asked, while Alice, who was standing not far from her, excitedly chattered on, recounting all my actions.
I shook my head: "No, I've decided to stop here for now. We've already done all the necessary proof, and who knows what kind of trouble we'll cause if we continue. It's better to just stop here."
The blind saintess nodded in understanding, then suddenly smiled and said, "Yes, I understand."
"Now that you have met my requirements, I will do as you wish and take good care of myself, rather than doing anything foolish."
I'm glad you remember the agreement we reached.
Convincing someone is easy when faced with the right evidence. Although I doubt whether she foresaw this outcome, and although it took her quite a while, it was thankfully worth it.
Stanley, who was busy repairing the isolation while pacing back and forth within the barrier, also clenched his right hand in a victory gesture, and even his footsteps became a few beats lighter, indicating that he was quite satisfied with the current situation.
In short, after successfully resolving the case of a group of wicked criminals who arbitrarily kidnapped others and rescuing their families, we temporarily abandoned the blind saint's plan to comply with the invitation of the untrustworthy church and generously exchange her own treasures for the desires of others.
Most of the time, it's all good news.
Just in case, before I even started to gather up the papers scattered all over the floor, I quietly approached Thiel and asked in a soft voice, "So, what did you see in this city?"
Although it was just a guess, a vague premonition did point to that.
This is a question about disaster perspective.
The answer came without hesitation: "The city illuminated by a huge pillar of fire, and the people crushed by the shattered mountains and the surging cold wind."
It's a scene that vaguely remains in the depths of my memory.
Looking up, I saw a translucent polyhedron, its light growing ever brighter from within, quietly rising and rotating, with a mountain shell on top of it so tightly closed that the few remaining gaps were almost invisible.
It was a very quiet morning. Occasionally, one could hear the sounds of people living their lives in the distance, carried by the wind. There was no sign of any impending disaster.
"What about time?"
"What?" the blind saintess replied, puzzled.
I looked away: "Can you confirm the time of the disaster?"
After a brief silence, there was a soft sigh: "If I could, I would also like to confirm it. But this is not something I can control at will. The time when the event I see occurs may be in the past, or it may be in the future, or it may even be in the present or it may never happen at all... I'm sorry I couldn't help."
Indeed, if they could confirm even that, they might choose a more proactive approach instead of waiting passively as if they had no idea whether the target existed, or even risking their lives.
However, what would happen if the scene depicted in Disaster View actually occurred? It's hard not to be concerned about that.
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