"Is this what you brought back?"
Kroya blinked at Father Kevin, who was dragging a sheep and a Tyrannosaurus, holding a net containing a jellyfish, and carrying a tree as well. Suddenly, he found the sight rather funny.
Father Kevin's elaborate yet solemnly elegant vestments were simply too striking. Seeing him carrying all these things, even Kroya struggled to keep a straight face.
It was like watching a priest who mingled exclusively in high society suddenly go grocery shopping at a market-and prove rather inexperienced at it.
Father Kevin ignored the amusement in Kroya's eyes.
"Yes." He nodded with a serious expression. "That region is a peculiar place unlike anything I've ever seen. I cannot understand what sort of place it is."
"It is clearly filled with chaotic, violent demonic power, yet it also has such miraculous magical beasts and... rivers flowing with milk and honey."
He had pondered it the entire way back, even recalling every scripture he usually read, but still could not find any place resembling it.
If that demonic power had not been unmistakably genuine, he might even have suspected it was a demiplane cultivated by some Legendary Mage or saint.
Faced with his confusion, Kroya had no intention of explaining. If he did not know, so be it. That would preserve the mystery.
He glanced at those things and finally felt somewhat satisfied. Maintaining the portal consumed quite a lot of his power; he estimated he could only open it once every two weeks.
He would also have to absorb more demonic magic from Mammon's Flower Vines before he could successfully cast the spell again.
Having brought back so many things, he had enough to research and cultivate for quite some time.
To get his hands on them sooner, he had not even spoken with