Remorse

After answering Halva's question.

Ailande once more turned a grave gaze toward a distant region.

That was the Iffis Realm, shrouded in endless Black Mist.

Even with his Divine Eye.

Ever since Nidhogg had successfully been born, everything there had become somewhat unclear to Ailande.

Only one thing was beyond doubt.

That was—

Ever since a thousand years ago, that place had continually made him feel a faint sense of threat.

One he simply could not ignore.

Thus, Valkyrie's act of moving the Hall of Gods here.

Had conveniently allowed Ailande to guard this place at close range.

Faced with that answer.

Halva likewise turned his gaze toward the Iffis Realm.

That Kingdom of the Dead shrouded in Black Mist.

Unlike Ailande, who possessed the Divine Eye and could more or less see some of what was concealed.

Although Halva's gaze was enhanced in many ways by divine power.

When he looked toward that place, he still found himself almost unable to pierce through that obstructive black fog.

He could only barely make out a hazy blur within the Iffis Realm.

Yet Ailande's cautious attitude carried an implication that made him frown deeply.

The other party was uneasy...

"Was that Black Dragon really such a great threat?"

Ever since defeating the Enir Pantheon and establishing the authority of the Scoti Pantheon all those years ago, he had never again seen the other party treat any existence with such solemnity.

After a moment of silence.

Ailande, who likewise had no clear grasp of the enemy's exact strength, gently shook his head.

"I can't say exactly how great a threat Nidhogg poses.

But his strength is beyond doubt!

If he truly manages to break through the seal and force his way out.

I'm afraid even I would be no match for him.