"But your situation was clearly different. Someone completely eroded could not retain even a shred of reason—they would directly descend into permanent madness. I estimate it was related to your having signed too many Symbiotic Pacts, so I have no way of determining your exact condition."
Richard sighed and adjusted his monocle.
"Do you feel anything wrong?"
"Nothing at all."
"Then there should be no problem."
Silence fell over the room.
Seeing Richard's shifty gaze, Theus felt rather helpless.
"Perhaps that bone was related to Pollution? You know, I can purify Pollution."
"Yes! That must be it!" Richard hurriedly nodded. "Then I'll write up a report like that for you?"
"Do it."
Theus said nothing more. He knew this explanation was hardly convincing. If being able to purify Pollution meant one could block Transcendence attacks, then the Banshees should have been invincible. Through their Symbiotic Pacts, they could also gain a portion of Theus's ability to purify Pollution.
But they had tested it countless times at the proving grounds. Against attacks from Transcendence powers, this ability could not even be called better than nothing—it was basically useless.
Yet the lord had blocked that attack—
Richard hurriedly suppressed the frightening speculation in his heart and continued writing the report.
Blood Port, the Prince's ducal residence.
After the Upper District was destroyed, he had not spent the effort rebuilding the ducal residence. He merely cleaned it up and made do with living there—according to him, Blood Port would soon be replaced with new-style buildings anyway, so there was no point replacing it now.
Galahad cautiously peered outside through the window. Only after confirming there was no one there did he swiftly pull the curtains shut.
Then, after tugging on the door to confirm it was locked from the inside, he looked toward