When Iver arrived at Holy Spring City, three Good Lords had already arrived.
Of course, in the endless sea of yellow sand... not a single Good Lord had come on foot.
Some Good Lords rode enormous elephants, some sat in palanquins carried by giants, while others stayed aboard huge desert ships...
Without exception, however, none of their mounts could enter even the Second Ring. Holy Spring City had not built lifts like the Theocracy... Here, the way to reach the higher rings was simply to walk up the spiraling stone stairs, lead stairs, and golden stairs.
Because one had to first walk to the waterfall—or rather, into the curtain of water—to ascend, being able to slowly climb through a place overflowing with fresh water vapor was undoubtedly a blessing to ordinary Parthians, and even more so, a baptism of the soul.
But to the Good Lords, asking them to trek on foot alongside the other lowly commoners and climb such tall, distant stairs was simply a pipe dream.
They had answered the summons and come here because they had to deal with the Ouroboros Ring Ritual together!
It certainly did not mean they intended to submit to Aymar Nur!
And if they submitted to this show of dominance, it would make them seem half a step weaker than Aymar. Thus, they were all stuck at the entrance, confronting the priests who had come to receive them.
Just then, the sounds of praise and prostration came from far away.
The Good Lords from the other city-states all turned their gazes in that direction.
—And then they saw Leviathan pulling the Dragon Carriage.
The Good Lords were all Taboo Mages, and their level of knowledge was quite high. Naturally, they all knew the prophecy recorded in the "Book of Anxi."
Thus, when