Another morning came. After arguing with his daughter, Moberon called Diego downstairs for breakfast.
As usual, Lacey finished first. After telling Diego to stay home and study hard, she hurried out.
Moberon shook his head and sighed, then began reading the newspaper that had just arrived.
"These people are at it again...
Hmm? They seem to have much more support this time. Even bishops from several dioceses have spoken up for them."
Moberon suddenly realized something, and his expression grew slightly grave.
"Father, what is it?" Diego asked.
Moberon shook his head. "Nothing. It's a matter for the arcane world. Children shouldn't pry."
No matter how those powerful figures fought among themselves, ordinary people-and even the Lainer Nobility-had little choice.
They could only go with the flow.
In Atrelin, inside a pointed Witch Fortress that looked as though it wore a hat.
Cynthia, who had maintained regular contact with Roland, had also seen the reports.
With Roland's current fame, even someone who paid him no special attention would hear news about him from time to time.
Now she saw people commenting in the newspaper that had just arrived.
"Beware the spread of harmful ideas and values beyond academic misconduct!"
"The Seris School's religious concepts are far too abstract. Roland has gone too far!"
"Just look at that Investiture of the Gods. Why would a perfectly respectable human king behave so mindlessly, attempting the impossible merely because he saw a statue?"
"And there's Hou Yi shooting down the suns and Kuafu chasing the sun, which we've criticized before. This man deliberately picks fights with deities!"
"All of this proves there's something wrong with Roland's thinking!"
"Something seriously wrong!"
At this point, Cynthia could not help wrinkling her nose.
"Poor Roland. Being famous isn't easy!"
They had already abandoned any discussion of