To make the priest willingly hand over the replica of the Salt Stake, the angel even gave Kroya a name-
"Norsamplia."
"The world once destroyed by salt bore that name," the angel said. "Lucky's friend, simply tell him that, and he will surely cooperate with you."
"You have quite a few secrets." Kroya stared at the angel.
Under his scrutiny, the angel appeared composed, but inwardly, the angel was already growing nervous.
Before a mage who practiced the Poem of the First Source, even the angel's emotional fluctuations would certainly be exposed without sufficient caution.
Fortunately, Kroya did not pursue the matter further. Instead, he asked another question-
"Is this blizzard connected to the Merfolk Tribe?"
"I recently bought a magic plant called the Glassy Ice-Soul Lotus. Are there really other worlds beyond this one?"
The angel felt slightly relieved and answered, "Yes, this blizzard is connected to the Merfolk Tribe. It is an ancient ritual.
"Legend says that when the snow and wind subside, all the warmth that follows across the sea will converge upon the merfolk kingdom. Then the Moon God will shed his light and bless the newborn merfolk."
Kroya said, "..."
"So this enormous blizzard is just to allow baby merfolk to be born? Is the Merfolk Tribe really that insane?"
He truly could not imagine such an immense spectacle-a blizzard covering the Nolant Kingdom's entire Northern Frontier and vast stretches of sea-being nothing more than a birth ceremony.
Would the Mage Association and the Church not intervene?
The angel gave a brief, pitying sigh. "Lucky's friend, I should tell you... the Merfolk Tribe once had an extraordinarily glorious past.
"Even though their dwindling offspring now confine them to these waters, they are still far beyond what this world's Mage Association and Church can easily stop.