Gilan's gaze shifted slightly toward the middle-aged man who had spoken.
"Vandie Evans."
He softly spoke the other man's name.
Gilan's gaze was profound, his tone calm.
"The current head of the ancient noble Evans Family. An Old God believer who has endured through four eras of the Ebral Kingdom and still manipulates the royal family from the shadows. A master of mysticism."
"It seems Red Sage knows me quite well."
The long-haired middle-aged man appeared somewhat surprised. He could not help but shake his head and smile.
"I truly do not know whether that is an honor or a misfortune..."
The "Ebral Kingdom" Gilan mentioned lay east of the Ovena Federation. Like the desert regions at the far west of the continent, the area was dotted with kingdoms and armed forces of every size, and it was one of the strongest nations among them.
Of course, it was still incomparable to the three great overlords.
According to intelligence files from the Empire's Mystery Investigation Committee, every successive leader of the Crescent Moon Society had come from the Evans Family.
Since ancient times, the family had worshipped Ivan, Mr. Pearl, the fourth Year-God. They had gained formidable power from this Old God, allowing them not only to avoid vanishing into the river of history over hundreds or even thousands of years, but to grow ever more powerful while remaining hidden in the shadows, unknown to the public.
"For decades, the Crescent Moon Society has continuously stirred up trouble within Bremen, causing hundreds of major and minor mystical incidents and violent crimes... Especially the 'slaughter game' held fourteen years ago in Posivia, the land beneath our feet, and the 'blasphemous ritual' you plotted in Muse City a year ago. You have inflicted enormous losses upon the Empire. Your crimes are unforgivable."