And today.◎,
The actions of their forebears would be verified by their descendants, who would determine whether the results had truly been correct.
The same era had descended once more. In Tumen's eyes, did the descendants of those four young people still possess the courage and resolve to shoulder the responsibilities of this age?
He studied them with a deep and wise gaze.
That bright, piercing gaze made everyone feel ashamed of themselves. One person after another lowered their head beneath his scrutiny.
To be precise, all Tumen saw was a group of people who had lost their homes and fled like stray dogs. Among them were Cruzian and Fanzan people. Some were of noble birth, while others came from humble backgrounds. Most were anxious and unsettled, as though they had yet to break free from the terror they had experienced.
Others still carried the arrogance characteristic of this age—the haughty restraint of nobles, much like the deplorable habit once found among the Min'er People a thousand years ago.
But they shared one thing in common.
That quality had been displayed to the fullest in the battle before. At the very least, these people had not abandoned hope. They still possessed the courage to fight for their homeland.
That was the quality mortals needed most in the days to come.
That was enough.
Tumen nodded, silently judging in his heart whether his and Odin's vigil had been worthwhile.
Then he spoke.
"I see you hanging your heads in dejection, and some of you even looked terrified upon hearing my name, like a pack of stray dogs. I wonder, if your Four Sages and your forebears had been like you a thousand years ago, would the course of the War of the Saints have been any different?"
Tumen slowly rose from