"Why did it sound like the chances of the Seven-Colored War having actually happened were getting slimmer and slimmer?"
After leaving the Obsidian Ritual Ground, the group immediately told Montluçon and the others what they had learned inside. Montluçon looked deeply disappointed, but that was only on the surface. If one looked closely, one would realize that he was actually delighted.
"Even if the final investigation proves that the Seven-Colored War never happened, I still need that result. Although my starting point is commercial credibility, I have personal aspirations as well. The truth of history has always fascinated me," Montluçon continued with a resolute expression.
"That is precisely why I chose to follow you, Mr. Montluçon." Ariel looked at Montluçon with utter sincerity.
"What a nice thing to say," Paimon muttered under her breath. Fortunately, she spoke quietly enough that no one besides Shen Fei, Lumine, and Citlali heard her. Shen Fei immediately glanced at her and made a shushing gesture.
"Enough. I am merely explaining the situation to you. I do not care whether you wish to continue investigating. But since we have already come this far, some matters ought to have an answer. Let us visit that household."
With that, Citlali took the lead toward the address they had obtained earlier. Thankfully, it was not far away, and the group arrived quickly.
"Obsidian Grandma?" The bespectacled young man working at the entrance immediately squatted down in fright when he saw Citlali. His body trembled nonstop, leaving Lumine and Paimon utterly shocked.
"Stand up. Of all places, this is the one where I should be the one trying to hide." Citlali looked helplessly at the crouching young man. For once, she felt rather awkward.
"My apologies, Obsidian Grandma. Since my grandfather's generation, the shamans of my family have stopped