A remote city.
With its vast land, sparse population, and no local specialties worth mentioning.
The poverty here was plain to the naked eye.
On the streets, the pedestrians wore ashen expressions, each one looking listless and drained.
There were very few plump, broad-bodied fat men.
And in one of the few taverns in the city.
Tyr, the God of Justice, dressed in a suit of worn armor and looking like an unremarkable wandering paladin, took a deep drink of exceedingly cheap rum before solemnly saying to the being beside him:
"Wojin has suddenly disappeared."
"Without leaving any trace—the kind where no one can contact her no matter what."
"Even her most loyal subordinates have completely lost all news of her."
"The only thing we know is that she probably isn't dead yet."
"She still has a strong life response."
Upon hearing Tyr's words.
The other god across from him, who was likewise holding a wine cup, instinctively furrowed his brow.
"Suddenly disappeared?"
"What do you mean?"
"No conflict occurred at all?"
His tone was exceptionally grave.
Paying no mind to the other's demanding manner of questioning, Tyr merely nodded calmly and answered frankly:
"Yes. Apparently, there wasn't even the slightest trace of battle."
After a brief silence.
The god across from him said with an ugly expression:
"...Although that woman is somewhat timid, and her combat ability isn't particularly high, as a high-ranking god, she should have had some trump cards capable of protecting herself. Her old rival alone, Max, the God of Rogues, probably shouldn't have been able to do much to her... To defeat and capture her under such circumstances without leaving any signs of battle... I'm afraid only those few could have done it..."
Though he did not say it outright.
Tyr knew that the few