Hearing the word [God], Little Gwen abruptly raised her head. "You know about [God]?"
"Is that so hard to understand? I was the pope—the pinnacle of power in this world. Well, former pope."
"You mean the Candlelight Society has records about them?" Little Gwen's eyes darted about. "Only the pope has permission to see them? But how could Beatrice not know?"
"How could she possibly know? Of course there are no records of such things. Not just in the Candlelight Society—nowhere in the world. [God] has been erased."
Little Gwen took a deep breath, trying to suppress the excitement in her heart. "But you just said I was a newborn [God]."
Jules did not answer. He stared at Little Gwen for several seconds, then slowly shook his head. "No. I understand now. You're not."
"How did you know I..."
Jules suddenly raised a finger. Little Gwen's expression changed instantly. Before Lina could see what had happened, the spot where Little Gwen had been standing was already empty.
Little Gwen appeared farther away with the coffin on her back, shouting in shock and fury, "What are you doing? Do you want to start a war?!"
But Jules did not look at her. Instead, he stared at the place where she had been standing. On the ground there was...
A drop of blood.
Only then did Little Gwen belatedly touch her cheek. There was a faint bloody scratch there.
"You bled."
Little Gwen frowned at him, her eyes full of vigilance. But Jules's next words left her stunned.
"Gods do not bleed."
"What do you mean?"
"You built a Stellar Furnace in Castel. The fuel inside it is the Sea God, isn't it? Though it's an incomplete Sea God."
Little Gwen's gaze flickered, but she did not answer. She did not know