Could Theus really be a god? Was he really some kind of prophet? Was the Holy Scripture not made up at all, but some sort of resonance from the unseen?
None of this was a coincidence, but a predetermined fate? Had fate used his hand to create the Mystic Society's Holy Scripture in the name of coincidence?
Josh hurriedly shook his head, as though he could fling his doubts from his mind that way.
That was right, he was wavering.
He had only ever wanted to be a merchant. He had never imagined wearing a crown, and all he had done was offer people a bowl of hot porridge when they were in need.
My lord, please guide me down the path ahead.
Even Josh himself had not noticed that, in his confusion, he had instinctively begun praying to Theus.
Castel.
The moment Gwen stepped out of the cabin, the cheers outside startled her.
She poked her head out in confusion and saw an incredibly lively scene:
Nearly every inch of the dock was packed with people. Some workers still had wrenches tucked into their pockets, while members of the Faithguard Army still had Holy Scriptures hanging from their waists. Yet the moment they saw Gwen, they erupted into fervent cheers.
"L-Lady Nora, what's going on with them?"
"What else could it be? They're welcoming you." Nini grinned at the side. "Through the Mind Synchronization just now, everyone learned that you summoned the Steel Ark and the Soul of Myriad Machines outside. Of course they want to see you."
"I-Is that so?"
"Of course it is."
Gwen scratched her head, looking somewhat awkward.
What a coincidence. During that Mind Synchronization just now, she was the only one who had not synchronized.
That was rather awkward.
Gwen gathered her courage and