Sherlock looked at the pensive Iver, his own gaze flickering uneasily.
He knew his words were far too shocking—the act of reporting a Pillar God for corruption, especially when he himself was an extraordinary being on the Path of Authority, was no different from a minor official shouting, "The emperor has rebelled!"
Not to mention that the Silver Crowned Dragon was Avalon's protector and founder.
Without the Silver Crowned Dragon, the Avalonians would still be penned up by giants and raised as livestock. Statues of the Silver Crowned Dragon stood everywhere in the streets, and the people respected the Silver Crowned Dragon more than any other Pillar God... Even though the Silver Crowned Dragon had never actually performed any Divine Miracles, doubting the Silver Crowned Dragon was still an act of disloyalty.
"What do you think, Iver?"
Sherlock asked softly.
After saying that, he glanced at Isabel and added, "What do you two think?"
Iver looked up at Sherlock, gaining an even deeper understanding of those words.
Just as Professor Moriarty had said: knowledge was poisonous.
Once certain things were known, it was impossible to think about them again from the perspective of someone who did not know them. From that perspective, this information had already become a mind-bewitching worm. It seeped into one's mind during the process of learning and mastering it, seizing more energy and sense of self with every thought to perfect itself.
Sherlock's study of the "Ten Sacred Numbers Theory" proved this point perfectly.
Once he realized that the Void existed, he would involuntarily begin considering what might be related to the Void. Once he realized that the Void was sealed behind the Gate of Truth, he had no choice but to begin doubting his own path, and then the other Pillar Gods.
Even those ordinary