"We have no other choice. In this era, fewer than ten of My Lord's true believers remain. The three of us are the strongest. This is not the Fifth Epoch, and the Cult was destroyed long ago."
The words "not the Fifth Epoch" filled all three people present with endless thoughts. Richard sighed.
"Only devout believers like us can view the records passed down about it. Even so, as the strongest among us, I can only view a small portion. We inherited these secrets, yet we have lost the ability to examine them. Perhaps in a few generations, we will not even be able to find new believers. When that time comes, handing those materials over to the Orthodox Church may be the only choice."
At least for now, they had absolutely no intention of letting The Church handle this matter.
Shade understood. Unless there was truly no other option, no one would willingly give away the knowledge and power their ancestors had passed down for a thousand years. The Cult of the Innocent Creator had only built that underground ruin beneath Tobesk City because it could no longer hold on, but the believers of the God of Love could still barely survive through the Rosicrucian Order.
"Mr. Watson, perhaps we can exchange information. What documents did your knowledge of it come from?"
After Richard finished his introduction, Hope cautiously asked. Shade shook his head.
"I considered learning about it through documents as well, but unfortunately, I could not find any such records."
"Then how did you learn of it?"
"I have seen it."
Clang!
The cup slipped from Richard's hand and hit the floor, spilling wine everywhere. He and Hope swiftly stood and stepped back, only sitting down again when they saw that Shade had not suddenly mutated into