Seeing Little Rabbihe walk out alongside him, Iver was somewhat surprised.
He followed quietly and obediently behind Iver, looking a little cautious.
Iver turned around. "Aren't you going to stay with your grandfather?"
"Not for now."
"Why? It wasn't easy to find him... Isn't that why you came to Theocracy?"
"Yes."
Little Rabbihe put on a serious expression and spoke haltingly in his unskilled Avalon Language. "But Grandpa has already been rescued. He is safe. I have to thank his benefactor. That is more important."
As he spoke, he glanced at Iver and Sherlock with some worry, stressing, "Grandpa isn't... particularly cruel."
The young Troll Witch struggled to defend his grandfather.
Iver did not say anything. He merely smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Sherlock, however, let out a cold laugh. "Then can you explain why he cursed Zumai Di first? Because Zumai Di is a Curse Master?"
"Yes... It's good that you understand."
The young Troll Witch answered without hesitation. "Curse Masters are all descendants of sinners. Dirty things are more poisonous."
Sherlock raised his head and met his gaze.
In Little Rabbihe's clear eyes, he saw no shame or remorse.
At least, that was what the trolls genuinely believed.
The words Sherlock had been about to say caught in his throat, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Iver reached out and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, casually pulling back his slightly leaning body. "Every place has its own customs and traditions. We may not be able to understand them, but we should at least respect them.
"In the Southern Continent, Curse Masters have the lowest status. Wizards can also use curses, but Curse Masters cannot use rituals."
"Wizard" was another translation of Ritual Mage, and that was the term more commonly used in the south. Ritual Mage was the term used