On the rest of the journey, Maggie frequently looked back at Perkin with strange eyes, trying to detect something unusual about him. Unfortunately, Perkin remained completely calm throughout, and every time Maggie turned around, he made eye contact with her.
So much so that Perkin, who was usually taciturn, finally spoke with difficulty after Maggie had looked back at him for what seemed like the umpteenth time, his eyes filled with questioning.
"you....."
Maggie had been confidently staring at Perkin, knowing he was aloof and unlikely to pay her any attention, but she was surprised when he actually spoke.
"No, it's nothing."
Maggie turned her head away haughtily, trying to act as usual, but her voice involuntarily stammered.
She felt frustrated, probably because she was physically weak and her emotions were not right.
Compared to usual, he acted much more foolishly. Indeed, illness makes people vulnerable, and I should not show my vulnerable side so easily in the future.
Suddenly, she realized a blind spot: it seemed... Perkin had never called her Her Highness Saintess?
He always uses "you, you, you," which would definitely make outsiders think he's rude if they heard it.
Maggie stroked her chin, then thought again that it would be strange for Perkin to call her "Her Highness," given his personality; he was the kind of person who wouldn't say a word more than necessary.
Forget it, I'll just ignore it.
Anyway, he doesn't need to communicate with random people.
The two remained mostly silent until they approached the edge of the Star Tree's root system, at which point Maggie finally realized that the dark magic within her was becoming excessively active.
Light and water magic were suppressed to their limits, and one could even sense their sluggishness in a human-like way.
The environment here is filled with extremely rich dark magic.
However, because her talent level was too low, she was not very sensitive to abnormalities in magic, and only when she was so close could she barely sense the abnormality.
Suddenly Maggie remembered something. Her gaze swept over Perkin beside her, and she noticed that cold sweat had appeared on his forehead, something she hadn't noticed before.
Maggie's brows furrowed suddenly. Perkin should have sensed such an abnormal concentration of magic power long ago. Why was he silent? Was he an idiot?
"Something's not right. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? Let's get out of here!"
Anxious, Maggie unconsciously raised the intensity of her voice.
She stepped forward to pull Perkin back, but the man suddenly raised his head, his eerie green snake eyes meeting Maggie's. In that instant, Maggie felt an even stronger pressure than Ulysses.
His eyes were cold, ruthless, and devoid of any emotion; he was completely unlike a human being.
Faced with such a huge impact, blood rushed to her brain instantly, Maggie's mind went blank, and she unconsciously let go of his hand, taking a few steps back.
The next second, Perkin immediately closed his eyes, turned his head to the side in a disheveled manner, and squeezed out a hoarse voice from his throat.
"fine."
Without meeting his gaze, the terrifying pressure from before vanished as if it had never existed, leaving Maggie in a daze.
What I just saw was definitely not an illusion. Could this giant star tree be related to the God of Darkness?
Could he have regained his memory now?!
The thought startled Maggie. If Perkin regained his memories of God right now, she might die here today. Greyius and Perkin were not the same thing.
A god who hasn't regained their divine status shouldn't, in theory, regain their memories.
Otherwise, there would be no fairness in the struggle for the main gods. Even without a godhood, a human being with the memories of a god can do a terrifying number of things.
Perkin turned his head away from Maggie, and the two fell into a delicate balance until Maggie asked, somewhat cautiously.
"Did you...see something?"
Maggie wasn't worried that her question would alert Perkin to something amiss, since he wouldn't be able to connect it to the Dark God if he hadn't regained his memories.
If he regains his memories, then it won't be a big problem. Although Gracius is difficult to talk to, it's not impossible to take advantage of the life-saving grace.
At least she rescued Perkins from the slave auction.
You know?
Perkin's fingertips trembled slightly, and after a long while, he slowly spoke, not in a questioning tone, but in a very calm one.
"I have no idea."
Maggie immediately shook her head vigorously, her will to survive was incredibly strong even in this situation.
"....."
The air fell silent again, and it took Perkin a long time to open his eyes and return to normal. The oppressive aura that had come from nowhere had completely dissipated.
Are you alright?
Maggie asked tentatively.
"Um."
Perkin lowered his eyes, not mentioning the images that had just appeared in his mind, probably because it would be too troublesome to explain.
"Um, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Maggie's eye twitched; she was trying to extract some information.
Perkin shook his head firmly.
"good."
Maggie sensed something was wrong, but seeing that he didn't seem to want to talk about it, she had no choice but to give up on asking further.
If Perkin doesn't want to talk about something, she'll definitely not get it out of him, so she might as well give up on this unrealistic idea.
However, for the rest of the journey, Maggie reverted to being a little monitor, checking on Perkin every now and then to see if he had any strange reactions.
The roots of the giant star tree ahead grew thicker and thicker, spreading out in all directions from the main trunk, as if it were absorbing everything in this space.
Maggie even considered retreating, but the location of the Dark God's divine essence in the story was very clear, and it definitely wasn't here, so she put her little heart back in her chest.
Perkin gazed intently at Maggie, whose eyes were filled with worry, and after a moment of contemplation, suddenly asked a question.
"Dragon...do you know him?"
Perkin's initiative in asking questions surprised Maggie, but there was nothing to hide; it was all recorded in the continent's general history anyway.
Maggie organized her thoughts and shared what she had to say about Rilta with Perkin.
"Before the Age of Gods, Rielta was the pride of the dragon race. Although he was a black dragon, he was far superior to other dragons. At that time, the dragon race placed almost all their hopes on Rielta, believing that he had a very high chance of seizing the position of the Dark God."
Maggie's voice is like a gentle stream; when she patiently tells stories, it's easy to become completely absorbed.
"But he failed."
Perkin's expression was inscrutable, and he unusually spoke more than usual.
"Yes, but that doesn't mean the dragon race doesn't have gods. Even now, such a powerful race as dragons is still a force that even humans dare not provoke. How could they not make preparations?"
Maggie shrugged, her attitude neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
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