Only that group could crown their power with the name of miracles...
Angel suppressed the surprise in his heart and took a deep breath. "So this palace is more or less like the Peach Heart Theater?"
Iron Armor Granny shook her head. "No, they are different. The Peach Heart Theater represents the true path of miracles, while the Elegant Sect—or this palace—has only to do with religious faith, nothing to do with miracles themselves."
"I even heard a bit of gossip: the Musician seemed to hold the Elegant Sect in contempt. The Elegant Sect was merely something made up by those who worshipped the Musician."
As she spoke, Iron Armor Granny took another sip of tea. "As for what the truth really is, I cannot be sure now. After all, the transmission route from the Prosperous Continent to the Source World has been cut off for many years."
Angel still wanted to learn more, whether about the Elegant Sect or the Musician. Yet Iron Armor Granny merely shook her head in silence. It was not that she refused to speak, but that she knew no more.
Iron Armor Granny said, "The palace you discovered may simply have been built by members of the Elegant Sect to spread their faith. If no one is inside, it has likely been abandoned, so you need not care too much... Besides, because of their beliefs, this sect is relatively mild-mannered."
Angel sighed and accepted the result.
Supernatural organizations, mysterious religions, miraculous worlds—such matters would surely become more common as his strength increased. If he truly wanted to get to the bottom of them, perhaps he would have to reach the Source World.
But now was not the time.
Angel did not stay in the library for long. After chatting casually with Iron Armor Granny