"What happened?"
Ryan looked at the Dragon Spirit. This little thing—he was the only one who could see it roaming through the void.
A silent roar came through, and Ryan was somewhat shocked.
"A new god has been born? Upon the ruins of a dead god, an entirely new authority was born?"
The course of the war had gone somewhat beyond imagination. A great existence had appeared on a mortal battlefield.
Between the Nant Kingdom and the Kingdom of Carlos.
This place had originally been several Noble Territories, serving as a buffer between the Nant Kingdom and the Kingdom of Carlos, but now those Noble Territories had been destroyed. The masters of the land had taken their armies, slaves, and family members and begun their exile. As far as Ryan knew, they seemed to be planning to move to the lands in the southeast, where, because of the Demons' invasion, large tracts of land lay empty, allowing them to rest and recover for a short time.
And so, what happened here no longer had anything to do with the masters of these lands.
Archbishop Dean appeared here with his army.
"Without a Legend, this army can only become cannon fodder if it heads to Nant Royal City."
Archbishop Dean stood among thousands of soldiers, without turning back to look in the direction that was clearly in turmoil.
"Albright has always mocked my origins, but he doesn't understand how difficult it is for an ordinary priest on the Holy Mountain to become an archbishop. Praise His Majesty Solarian."
Archbishop Dean looked down on archbishops with deep backgrounds. He believed those people had become archbishops neither because of devout faith nor because of outstanding ability. By comparison, an archbishop like him, personally promoted by His Holiness the Pope, was the truly capable