The Giant Royal Court sprawled across a vast expanse, its area almost indistinguishable from that of a human city. Enormous stone houses stood everywhere, and the roads were paved with gray boulders. Before such structures, humans looked as though they were standing at the foot of mountains.
Black Spider surveyed the place, unable to hide her astonishment. If this really was a city, the Kingdom of Roosevelt's satellites should have discovered it long ago.
Yet the Kingdom of Roosevelt had never found this place.
Even her skill at recording routes without visual reference had failed.
This meant that the road leading to the Giant Royal Court had to exist somewhere between illusion and reality. Black Spider even suspected that the royal court was actually in another world.
Duke of Storm asked, "Can't you tell me who he is?"
The prophet shook his head. "No."
Duke of Storm raised his wrist and looked at the prophet, anger in his expression. "I dared to come here like this. Doesn't that prove my loyalty to the royal court? I came, yet you refuse to tell me who stabbed me in the back? He made me suffer suspicion and doubt within the Kingdom of Roosevelt, but I can't even know who he is. Am I not a son of the forest?"
"I believe in Grandfather's prophecy, so his plan is the giants' plan," the prophet said frankly. "I have not been able to trust you completely either."
Duke of Storm frowned. "Among the giant brethren are those gifted with telepathy. They can sense what is in my heart."
The prophet shook his head. "After you became a demigod, no one among the giants could sense your heart anymore. Tell me, what do you need us to do this time?" The prophet still refused to