"Main God!... What kind of person would have a dagger like this?..."
In the great tent, Alan wore a cold mask and held up an obsidian dagger, standing before Priest Mekat as she stared fixedly at his face. Priest Mekat, meanwhile, looked surprised, carefully examining the slightly old dagger as he murmured to himself.
"The stone blade of this dagger has been replaced... The style of the wooden hilt is very old, the carvings simple and ancient. It seems to have been passed down for many years... Eh! This smell, this grain... Is it hard sandalwood? Mm, it should be an inherited dagger of an Alliance noble..."
Priest Mekat widened his eyes, carefully studying the three carved Square Script characters on the dagger's wooden hilt, sinking into deep thought.
"'Xolotl,' the name of Death God... It's different from the original carving, clearly carved on afterward... So that means!..."
"What is it?!"
"It was carved by an Alliance noble who revered Death God!..."
Priest Mekat stroked his chin and answered with certainty.
"Of course, it might also have been done by a veteran warrior who revered Death God! His Majesty bears the name 'Death God' and has received the glory of Divine Revelation. In these years, faith in Death God has spread quite a bit among the upper ranks of the Alliance and the Kingdom. Many nobles and warriors carve the name of 'Death God' onto their own weapons to seek the god's enlightenment!... And many noble children do the same, hoping to obtain the god's protection!..."
"Nobles, warriors, and children... who revere Death God?"
Alan narrowed her eyes, watching the expression on Priest Mekat's face. A moment later, she sighed faintly.
"So, there are many Mexica nobles in the Alliance... who have daggers like this?"
"Yes! Not only in the