Only now did Shade finally see the general outline of the Edwards Family's story.
More than two centuries had condensed into roots stretching across six generations; and the stories each person had lived through had shaped the weighty family lineage Shade was now "touching."
"Actually, I'm more curious about how you know so much."
The two fell silent for a moment before Shade asked curiously. Though Mr. Green's information was not especially detailed, neither Shade nor the Church had ever been able to uncover any of it.
This time, Mr. Green did not answer. Instead, he spoke very cautiously:
"You should know that not everyone is like me, without any intention of resisting the Ancestor."
Shade narrowed his eyes slightly. So even within the Edwards Family, there were differing voices.
"Let's not continue this topic. There are so many family members; some are bound to have unusual ideas."
The Corpse Ghoul shook his head.
"Is there anything else? I've already answered the one question you wanted to ask. If there's nothing else, I'm going back to sleep. Though I'm not afraid of the Sun, I generally only come out at night."
Shade considered it.
"Seeing as I brought you that roast chicken, I'd also like to ask about any peculiar relics or ancient thaumaturgical items your Ancestor possessed."
"I don't know about that. This time, I truly don't know."
Mr. Green shook his head.
"After all, I never set foot on the island. I haven't returned to the family."
"I'll only ask about two items. First, did he play Rhodes Cards?"
Mr. Green was somewhat surprised by the question, but he still answered:
"My mother told me that, at least up to her generation, everyone in our family loved playing Rhodes Cards. As for the Ancestor, I heard he conducted