The name was wrong?
Fu Qian didn't believe that a Chinese Room without even a sense of self could get a name wrong.
Especially since Ariel was clearly here for the God of Noise. His earlier demeanor had also shown that this was tied to his ultimate goal.
Not wanting an uncontrollable person to help with the hunt... Calling the wrong name amid the Tide of Noise... The ability to distort perception...
Even now, Weihle hadn't tried to step in and help.
One piece of information after another flashed through Fu Qian's mind like streaks of light, and he understood in an instant.
Could the Native Council's hunt be a different kind of hunt altogether?
They weren't trying to destroy the God of Noise's body, but its perception. They wanted Him to believe He was called something else.
"Divine Envoy?"
Ariel, who looked as though he had descended from the heavens, had undoubtedly shocked everyone.
Even Cassandra, who had casually killed more than a dozen people atop the lighthouse, couldn't help letting out a mortal gasp.
"Ariel? The Native Council?"
The next moment, she seemed to realize something and glared at Weihle through gritted teeth.
It was obvious that she had heard a thing or two about them.
"The Native Council."
Weihle, standing opposite her, obligingly confirmed it.
Faced with two demigods alone, he seemed unwilling to cause any misunderstandings.
"What exactly are you trying to do?"
Chervus stood beside Cassandra. He looked a little younger than she did, with deep-set features and a gaze sharp as a blade.
"Sorry, I really don't know. My part is already done."
Weihle's smile didn't fade. He looked toward the depths of Dunis and murmured to himself,
"But it seems someone else's task isn't finished yet."
Faced with his shamelessly unyielding attitude,