Beneath an infinitely high blue sky, shallow water stretched like a mirror to the very edge of sight. In this world so vast it was almost unbelievable, anyone standing within it could not help but feel an ever-growing sense of insignificance.
Rosetta could not help looking around the place once more before withdrawing his gaze. With a hint of emotion, he said, "Those Sleeper Cultists once described the power of the 'Outworld Wanderer'... Some mentioned that those who were chosen could meet the Outworld Wanderer directly in a special space, but none of them had ever truly seen this place—they were talking about here?"
"More or less—but those cultists had many misunderstandings about me," Gawain said with a smile. "They seemed to exaggerate my... danger far too much. And since they chose to side with Typhon, they naturally would not use very flattering words to describe an 'enemy' like me."
Rosetta looked at Gawain intently. Though he was in a bizarre space and seemed to have no initiative whatsoever here, he remained exceptionally calm, entirely without the feeling of being at someone else's mercy. "I'm very curious—whether you are Gawain Cecil or the Outworld Wanderer... in this world, are you truly human, or some wandering existence akin to a god?"
Gawain spread his hands. "I just worked with you to defeat a god. I thought we had established at least a basic degree of trust between us."
Rosetta remained unmoved. Even his expression barely changed as he simply continued looking at Gawain.
"All right, you can think of me as a traveler—a 'human' much like yourselves, except with some unusual experiences and abilities," Gawain said with a helpless sigh, his attitude becoming more casual. "That way of understanding things is more helpful for building a relationship of friendship and mutual