"Im... poss... ible...!" Grov, who had already become something like a humanoid scale, let out a somewhat despairing voice upon hearing Integra's words. The sound passed through his brass-like shell, carrying a metallic tremor.
Integra sighed at that.
"Nothing is impossible. Never underestimate the power of a true god, am I right, Your Majesty Trunsoest?"
As Grov listened to Integra's words, his body twisted further, taking on a shape similar to the scale fused into his body. His two arms, which represented the beam of the scale, slowly shifted from their uneven heights toward balance, as if someone were continuously adjusting the objects on either side.
When his two arms returned to a level position, the shallow golden liquid in the golden lake wriggled again. This time, however, it did not form a slime monster. Instead, it assembled itself in a more exquisite fashion into something closer to a human appearance. Only the appearance was similar, though. It still had no facial features and was entirely golden, looking like a golden sugar figurine.
"I'm curious. What exactly did you figure out?"
A majestic voice came from within the golden sugar figurine, carrying a metallic resonance. Integra slightly bent her knees. Although she was not wearing a dress, she still performed a perfectly standard Loen noble's curtsy.
Then she straightened and answered in a cheerful tone:
"Of course, I saw through the painstaking effort Your Majesty went to."
"Oh?" The golden sugar figurine sounded curious. He did not seem in a hurry to kill those in the room, or perhaps he was waiting for something. Integra was not in a hurry either and said frankly:
"The reason Prince Grove dared to come was probably because he believed it was impossible for you to still be 'alive.' After all, unlike the Black