Shade wanted to probe for more possibilities through conversation, but the blacksmith's soul, which used words to trigger dialogue, remained silently floating above the gravestone except when responding to the "key."
"My knowledge can explain this situation."
Shade's abrupt remark prevented Apothecary Miss from immediately realizing that he was speaking to her. Once she understood whom he had been talking to, she looked at him in surprise:
"Don't joke around. Do you think this is my first time encountering something like this? What do you think I've been collecting Adamantine, Mithril, and Orichalcum for? I've consulted a great deal of information, but there is no definite knowledge that can explain the origins of these strange souls. This is no ordinary method. These souls are incredibly natural; there are no signs at all of alteration or manipulation. Even if you come from Saint Byron's, I can say with certainty that not even that Thirteenth Ring Red Moon Witch at Saint Byron's could explain where these souls came from."
She was extremely confident:
"When it comes to Wisdom and Knowledge, I would not arrogantly claim to surpass everyone, but there are only a few people in this era who can stand alongside me."
Shade withdrew his gaze from the blacksmith's soul, then turned to look at her.
"Three possibilities."
"Huh?"
"First, an ancient death envoy manipulated or even altered souls over a wide area here. That would be the most devout believer of an Ancient God, helping the ancient god of death bid farewell to souls unwilling to depart from the Material World."
"But in our era, such Life Forms that are practically rules themselves should no longer exist. Even if one did exist, it could not possibly appear here so easily."
Apothecary Miss was clearly highly knowledgeable and understood what Shade