Ancient, eerie, with the sound of howling wind.
The marks of time lingered here. Ghostly blue flames burned in braziers of all kinds, keeping the interior of the temple from plunging into complete darkness.
However, there were actually no statues or anything of the sort inside this temple. There were only murals depicting Hassan history, as if recording the past of the Hassan Cult and proving that the renowned cult from history had once existed.
Moreover, King Hassan's temple was not large, and they soon reached the main hall.
It was then that Fujimaru Tachibana and the others saw a tall, mysterious figure standing there, clad in black armor and wearing a skull mask over his head.
He possessed an ancient greatsword covered in the marks of battle. It stood planted on the ground before him, while his hands rested one atop the other on the end of its hilt.
The people of the real world knew who he was at a glance.
Grand Assassin—King Hassan!
Furthermore, everyone could clearly sense that King Hassan did not possess the terrifying aura he had displayed when facing Hassan of the Cursed Arm. On the contrary, his presence was exceptionally calm. Though this setting still gave off an unsettling atmosphere, there was absolutely none of that overwhelming pressure.
The ghostly blue flames serving as pupils still burned within the two eye sockets beneath that skull mask, yet they also conveyed a feeling that seemed almost nostalgic.
It was wonderful, and strange.
Fujimaru Tachibana and the others sensed it but could not understand it, and thus wondered whether they were imagining things.
However, the people of the real world knew that this King Hassan, like Ramses II and the King of Heroes, clearly remembered the Fujimaru siblings from before.
Thinking about it, that made