Old Vance watched his daughter enter the house with concern. He was only a carpenter, and his mind felt like a complete mess. He had no idea what to do.
Rebecca emerged soon after.
But before Old Vance could breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed that something was off with his daughter.
Rebecca merely walked along blankly, like a soulless puppet, muttering something under her breath.
Old Vance hurried over and finally heard what she was saying.
"I'm so stupid... really... I should have guessed..."
"W-What's wrong, Rebecca?! Is there an evil god inside?" Old Vance asked in a lowered voice.
Rebecca nodded instinctively, then hurriedly shook her head. "No, not an evil god, just... sigh."
Seeing Rebecca's hesitant expression, Old Vance felt his heart sink.
"Don't tell me... you believe in some god now too?"
Rebecca instinctively shook her head. After thinking about it, she nodded, then started shaking her head again.
That left Old Vance utterly confused. He asked blankly, "Then is the thing inside... a god or not?"
"I don't know whether He's a god. Anyway, He said He isn't."
Old Vance: "?"
The heart he had been holding in suspense no longer needed to be held there. It seemed his daughter was completely beyond hope—she had probably been scared out of her mind.
Yet at that moment, his thoughts became clearer. The god inside seemed a little too powerful. He had better report this to the Expeditionary Force immediately.
For remote towns like this, the Expeditionary Force could generally only maintain basic public order. Any slightly bigger problem was beyond their ability to handle.
But that did not mean they lacked control. Though few Expeditionary Force troops were stationed here, the town was right beside the railway. Emergency units were stationed at the rail junction,