Netheril Empire—Ancient Ruins.
After using a spell to disguise his true appearance and wrapping himself in a black hooded robe that concealed his face, Iolam looked every bit like a man carrying secrets.
Under the strange gazes surrounding him, he watched the various crowds in the barren land not far away, digging pits across the mountains and fields.
Other than speechlessness, he felt nothing else.
Having not left home for nearly a thousand years, he had originally only wanted to go elsewhere and search for traces of the gods.
But after hearing that certain gods were also interested in the Secret Treasures left behind by the Netheril Empire and had come here to search for things—
He had made a roundabout journey.
Only to follow the news back to his long-unvisited homeland, this very place.
His intention was to find some god here and strike up a relationship with them...
As for what he would do after finding them?
He did not know either.
Perhaps they would come to blows at the slightest disagreement, or perhaps they would form an alliance.
It had to be said that he truly could not make heads or tails of the information and mission Sodda had given him.
What did "just go find some god in distress and cozy up to them" mean?
"Making friends is fine, making enemies is fine too?"
Fuck...
Did you want me to slaughter gods or what?
Couldn't you give me a straight answer?
At this moment, Iolam especially hated people who spoke in riddles...
But he did not say it, nor did he dare to.
Because Sodda was merely a tool for relaying messages.
Iolam could not afford to offend even Koma, who stood above him.
Much less the Lady of Pain, hidden behind the scenes, whose motives