However, the Alchemy Puppet did not do as Angel wished.
It turned its head and looked at Olao. "Go on. Put away all the poetry collections here. While my energy has not yet run out, settle the Poet Reciter's matter first."
Angel: ???
Angel was a little confused. Why did they have to settle his matter first? These poetry collections were not going anywhere. Even if the Alchemy Puppet's energy ran out and Augustine left, could they not still store away these poetry collections afterward?
Why did it have to be resolved now?
Angel hesitated, wanting to say that there was no need to do it first, but before he could speak, Olao beat him to it. "Master, how about I go to the Wise Sovereign and find a larger spatial item? That way, without my help, the Poet Reciter can store away all these poetry collections himself."
The Alchemy Puppet said, "The Wise Sovereign? He is still here..."
A trace of reminiscence flashed through the Alchemy Puppet's gemlike eyes. After a long while, it sighed softly. "Enlightenment and inspiration attained in the body of an aberrant being. Such rare heaven-sent talent, yet obsession turned him into delusion. Naraka, Naraka—you have harmed people deeply."
Though those words were commenting on the Wise Sovereign, they stirred Olao greatly. The others, Adanis included, did not know what had happened back then, but Olao knew very well that given his master Augustine's status, he would never dare call Naraka by name so directly.
Even during the time they had searched for poetry collections in the outer worlds, separated from Abyss City by countless worlds, Augustine would add an honorific whenever he spoke of Naraka: Lord of Abyss City, or Lord Naraka.
For at that time, although Naraka's true strength was unknown to outsiders,