In the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream, Cyril stepped out of an illusory pair of open doors, carrying a heavy black straight sword.
He looked around, flicking out and retracting an ancient silver coin in his hand.
"The time in the Book World is completely synchronized with the outside world..."
As he murmured, his spirituality was stirred, and he saw Longzel's straight sword in his hand decaying at an unbelievable speed.
In the blink of an eye, the dark blade lost its luster. Its polished, sharp edge dulled, and mottled rust-red patches emerged.
He curled a finger and flicked the blade, producing a somewhat muffled ring.
"The craftsmanship from over a hundred years ago really isn't much."
After muttering that, he turned around and pressed a hand against the cover of Groselle's Travels.
In the Book World, everyone in the camp inside the mountain cave remained seated in the same positions as before.
Mobet was telling Klein and the others about some history of the Fourth Epoch. "In my time, Tudor, Trunsoest, and the Zoroast Family were all great nobles of the Solomon Empire, serving the Black Emperor."
"At that time, the Church of Evernight, the Church of Combat, and the Eggers Family of the Southern Continent were mortal enemies. The Lord of Storms, the Eternal Blazing Sun, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom opposed one another... They all hoped to obtain the Solomon Empire's support."
After pausing for two seconds, his expression suddenly turned solemn. "At that time, Gods walked the earth rather than the Astral World."
Klein and Edwina remained silent, their brows slightly furrowed as though deep in thought.
Danitz, seated to one side, looked somewhat terrified and lost, as if he instinctively feared such blasphemous words.
Uneasily, he adjusted his sitting position, seemingly wanting