After confirming that the old fishman was dead, the Thirteenth Ring Warlock wearing a holy emblem pendant shook his head and spoke first:
"I don't know what grudge you have against each other, but I'm leaving now. The Scarlet Secret Society's High Priestess is dead, and there is still much to do outside. Though the Sea Burial is destined to fail, we must still minimize the number of sacrifices as much as possible."
"Oh? Can't you see that he is the second Chosen One?"
The witch pointed at Daknis. He frowned slightly, clearly still not understanding why he had been hunted down.
"Of course I know."
The Orthodox Church believer nodded, looked at Daknis, and carefully memorized his appearance:
"But compared to a Chosen One whose proper handling is still unknown, saving the innocent people who can be saved is my duty. I would very much like to bring him back to the Church, but compared to the Murmuring Chapters, whose truth remains unknown, I would rather do something more practical."
He softly prayed to the gods, then gave Shade a slight nod of respect before leaving through the passage.
"See? Although people from the Orthodox Church can be quite detestable at times, most of the time they are worthy of respect."
Only after the Thirteenth Ring Warlock had completely disappeared did the witch speak to Shade again.
"What is a Chosen One?"
Daknis asked softly. Shade and the witch naturally would not answer him, but the half-demon on his right hand actually spoke:
"I seem to have heard of it."
Naturally, it was not a human language. The language itself seemed to represent evil, its tone like the sound of sticky insects crawling across liquid.
"Yes, I remember now. It is the Great Prophecy of the Witches. Look, I