"Your Excellency Ishmael, how should we deal with it?"
Watching the white Classical Quill flit through the air, writing its story, Leonard asked cautiously.
The quill before them was a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. They had to take it seriously.
But what does the "great being" mentioned by the Quill of Alzuhod refer to? At its level, that description would mean at least a True God... But wasn't His Excellency Ishmael the one who killed Ince Zangwill? Surely the deacon couldn't be a True God...
Leonard felt he could not fathom the quill's intentions.
Perhaps it'll write something terrifying next and weave a catastrophe for us... he thought anxiously.
Then, to his astonishment, he saw Senior Deacon Ishmael take no protective measures whatsoever. He simply walked calmly up to the quill and held out his hand.
"Whoosh..."
The Quill of Alzuhod, which had been writing excitedly, suddenly shuddered violently. Not only did it stop writing, it obediently descended, drifting into Luther's palm like an actual feather.
An extremely dangerous Grade 0 Sealed Artifact had been brought under control that easily?
Leonard watched in bewilderment as Ishmael tucked the Quill of Alzuhod into his coat.
Luther paid no attention to his gaze, instead looking toward the center of Calderón. There, the grayish-white "torrent" had already submerged two-thirds of the area and was still rising. "It's not safe here. Both of you, leave with me immediately."
He turned back and spoke to the two of them.
"Ah, all right..."
Leonard was about to agree when he suddenly remembered that Klein did not seem to have come out yet. That fellow had lured away the most dangerous mysterious monster. Who knew how he was doing now...
Fortunately, before he could worry for long, he saw a figure flicker at the edge of Calderón,