"Why is Loen the most critical place for driving the tide of the times forward?"
Above the Gray Fog, Klein's expression turned grave. Being central to the Twilight Hermit Order's plans was hardly a good thing.
Was Loen going to start a war?
Or was another country going to wage war on Loen?
He could not help frowning. Being caught up in a war would be disastrous. Benson and Melissa both lived in Loen, and Benson had taken the civil service exam. By now, he was probably a government employee.
As his thoughts raced, Cyril spoke calmly. "Because of the royal family, and because of the irreconcilable conflict between the Evernight Goddess and the God of Combat."
After a brief pause, Cyril moved past the subject. "Watch out for the Naturism Sect."
"The Naturism Sect?" Klein asked, puzzled.
"An evil organization that worships the Mother Tree of Desire."
"They aren't particularly formidable themselves, but the Mother Tree they worship can detect what's special about you."
Klein frowned. "Has she set her sights on me? When? How do you know?"
Cyril shrugged. "I don't know."
"It might have happened when you arrived in Olavi, or when a Demigod from the Rose School of Thought came after you in Bayam."
"As for how I know—hey, did you forget I have the Die of Probability? It's the Uniqueness of the Wheel of Fortune Pathway, the object closest to Fate himself."
Klein nodded thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. A question suddenly occurred to him.
Before approaching him, Bilt had gone to great lengths to find and train a vagrant who looked enough like Admiral Amyrius. Then the man had suddenly dropped dead, leaving Bilt no choice but to turn to Klein, who had just arrived in Olavi and could disguise himself as anyone.
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