In the eyes of the divine children, the wizards' excitement looked like something else entirely.
Waves, exchanges, sensations—they felt none of it.
The group of divine children could only watch in utter confusion as the wizards flailed about in manic delight. It took quite a while before they realized that the Magic Web seemed to have succeeded.
Those wizards did seem to be casting magic, and with their feeble levels of magical power, that had once required them to dance themselves half to death in a full-blown ritual before they could manage it.
But if the wizards had been strengthened by the Magic Web, why couldn't they, who could likewise use magic, do the same?
Hadn't they agreed that the Magic Web could also strengthen divine children, even gods?
"That bastard really is a liar!" one divine child shouted.
Even those who had previously held considerable faith in Murphy began to waver. Could everything this man had said before have been a lie? Could this so-called Magic Web only allow wizards to use it?
If that was the case, then the Magic Web was far too useless. What did it matter if a group of wizards became stronger? On the contrary, they would only become harder to control.
Seeing that Murphy was already preparing to fill in the pit, as if the construction of the Magic Web had been completed, the divine children could no longer sit back and watch. Someone immediately rushed forward and questioned Murphy. "Wait, divine child Merlin! That's it?"
The one who came forward was a Centaur dressed in golden battle armor, named Gro. It was said that his father had once been a Centaur of the ancient Greece Taukenlos Clan, and later, through unknown means, had arrived in Britain, ruled over the Centaurs of the