Hill blinked, over and over.
Liszt glanced at him, drifted behind him, and craned his neck to look at the sheet of paper... Ekbaier?
Wasn't that the bearded old man Asmodeus had stabbed through with a single strike?
Come to think of it, among the first and strongest Order Gods back then, aside from Mayfair, there had been someone with that name, right? None of them seemed to have ended well.
Oh, no, there was another male god, but he had been rather inconspicuous.
Of course, Mount Celestia had other Supreme Gods with greater influence.
Unfortunately, Heironeous had taken another path. Though he had not completely extricated himself like Ao, the Lord of War and God of Courage was practically half-detached.
So, the only ones everyone truly regarded as the controllers of Mount Celestia's Council of Order Gods were those five.
In the end, two died, one became a puppet, and only one man and one woman remained.
Liszt had actually been thinking the same thing as Hill, focusing his attention on those two.
Especially Mayfair, who had once held Ekbaier and wailed in grief.
Think about it. Asmodeus could have easily stabbed her too, yet the Lord of Hell had not used that dagger specifically meant for killing Order Gods on her.
Of course, it was also possible that Cosette, who was controlled by the Lord of Hell, still remembered their old friendship and spared Mayfair.
But... her especially loud scream, which plainly warned every Order God not to save Asmodeus's target, was far too conspicuous.
Otherwise, that other rather unimpressive chief Order God would not have died so easily.
Given that fellow's moral standards, he would definitely have used any subordinate or kindhearted person who rushed up to save him as a shield.
After all, that dagger was