After listening to the young woman, Werther had a rough grasp of the situation.
This mass fainting of young women was nothing new. It happened on the Island once every ten years.
The women who fainted would wake twice. The first time was that night, but they would soon lose consciousness again.
The second time was after dawn, the next day.
Once awake, the girls would have no will of their own. They became walking corpses.
They would regain their senses only after completing the so-called blood sacrifice.
But the blood sacrifice was not without risk. About a third of the girls died from it.
Having pieced that together, Werther thought of another question.
If there was to be a blood sacrifice, Lord Ohm should be at the Blood Sacrifice Pool. If Werther went there and cut him down now, perhaps Monet would recover.
"I think I understand the situation. Do you know where the Blood Sacrifice Pool is? I'll go meet this Lord Ohm."
The young woman looked at Werther as though he were a monster.
"Lord Ohm is a god. No one has ever seen him. Besides, the Blood Sacrifice Pool only appears after the girls wake up. I don't know exactly where it is."
Without waiting for Werther's reply, the young woman turned and ran off.
Werther had a headache. There was nothing he could do for now. Lord Ohm was mysterious, and finding him would not be easy. He could only wait and see. The young woman had said Monet would wake tonight, so he would return to the hotel and see how she was doing.
With that thought, Werther carried Monet out of the Hot Spring.
The lobby was already packed. Many people were weeping loudly, holding their unconscious daughters in their arms.
Aokiji and