Just like the book Oute had taken from the ruins last time, no one else could understand a thing.
"So... what exactly are these ruins?"
Kal'tsit tossed the question back to Oute.
He answered casually, "For convenience's sake, let's call this great landowner with vast estates... the Ancestor."
Kal'tsit managed to keep a straight face.
To conceal her racing heart, she pressed on, "And then?"
"And then?" Oute frowned. "Don't interrupt my rhythm."
"This Ancestor discovered something interesting amid the rotten aristocratic life of wine, women, and excess," Oute said vaguely.
Yeah, he didn't just discover something interesting. He also got stabbed for four hundred damage in one hit...
"He soon shifted his interests from pleasure and decadence to mysticism."
Kal'tsit frowned. Pleasure and decadence... reproduction and luxurious enjoyment. That was an ascent in the hierarchy of needs.
Could this be a reflection of pre-civilization's journey from primitive tribes to the stars?
There was a similar expression in a literary work... Let me think...
Kal'tsit frantically spun up her CPU.
"...This primitive had spent longer than the warning threshold gazing up at the stars, displaying sufficient curiosity toward the universe... If that primitive's few minutes of staring at the universe were like seeing a gemstone, then all of what you call human civilization afterward was merely bending down to pick it up..."
Kal'tsit recalled the work. It had been a fairly ancient "science fiction short story."
Some of the historical figures involved had soon afterward had personal moral issues exposed for political reasons.
The lynx looked at Oute.
For a man who had stood at the pinnacle of pre-civilization's intellect, were all of pre-civilization's achievements... no more than that as well?
"This Ancestor's early pursuits and studies focused on a technique known as 'necromancy.'"
"He recruited masters of necromancy from