"If you destroy the scales, you will definitely regret it!"
Integra's tone was extremely calm when she said this, but Grov's mind raced at high speed. Then he realized that he seemed to have made a major mistake.
After entering this room, he had used the Chaos Hunter's "Hunting Instinct" to notice the discordance within the chamber, thereby determining that the pipes beneath his feet were the source of the scales' power.
Yet he had overlooked the very thing he should not have overlooked: those scales might not be the core of the Ghost Empire.
A black dot stood out especially clearly against white paper. Anyone entering this chamber and seeing this scene would naturally take the scales for the core.
But Grov was a seasoned Sequence Three. Though he had not fought through a hundred battles, he had clawed his way here step by step. There were countless members of the Loen royal family, yet those who, like him, became a Sequence Three while still in office—meaning at most in their forties or fifties—were exceedingly rare.
With his usual steadiness, he would never have overlooked such a matter.
Therefore, the only possibility was that he had been influenced.
Before Night Emperor Trensost received the support of the six gods and became a Justiciar, he had been an Angel of the Black Emperor Pathway. This was an easily overlooked fact.
And the arrangement of this room emphasized the style of a "Justiciar" everywhere, which was precisely how Grov had been "deceived."
But just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, one end of the scales suddenly rose. The domain of light abruptly contracted, and the barrier of order crackled with electric sparks, like fur stroked the wrong way.
"Where exactly is the core?" Grov looked at Integra, who could almost