Pure and Good? The Golden Order?

As they walked toward the depths of the forest, everyone tacitly avoided bringing up what had just happened.

Give old Gapar a little time to cool off, and he would make peace with himself in his own heart.

However, they seemed to have overestimated his ability to reconcile with himself. Or rather, the more they acted like they did not care, the more he looked like...

Anyway, he had the expression of someone sulking.

What the hell was this Sword Saint sulking about? Could he please act like a reliable adult?

Leon sighed soundlessly. The more deeply he got to know Gapar, the more he discovered the old man's childish side. The mountain-high admiration he had once held for him was nearly gone, and he could no longer watch Gapar show off with a straight face.

Sigh. He would wait until his teacher was in a better mood before asking what exactly had happened to him.

Thinking this, Leon ignored Gapar beside him, who was swaying as he walked and looking utterly distracted, and instead tried to recall where he had seen similar stone tablets before.

He distinctly remembered seeing quite a few while they had been running around earlier. Why could he not find any now, no matter how hard he looked?

Come to think of it, Leon had been the first to discover the entrance to the Realm of Night, yet he still had not explored it.

During the adventure just now, he had repeatedly run into joint strike teams made up of Ancestral Followers and all sorts of beasts. Aside from near Sites of Grace, everywhere else was basically a place where he would get chased down and beaten the moment he stepped in.

He had named this place the Ancestral Spirit Forest. The Hunter's Handbook called