Saliva dripped onto the ground, drop after endless drop.
The drooling figure seemed utterly unaware, shuffling through the darkness with a stooped back, holding a Scarecrow with a slip bearing the surname "Creados" attached to it, endlessly murmuring-
"You are blind. You are deaf.
You cannot see, and you cannot hear."
Then the figure tossed the Scarecrow into a brazier.
Several other Scarecrows lay inside the brazier, but the flames had long since burned their labels beyond recognition. A charred skull, however, had become visible among them.
Sitting in the carriage, Linda Camille told Arthur what she had seen, her face filled with fear and worry.
When she mentioned the skull in the brazier, even her body trembled.
It took well over ten seconds of Arthur reassuring her before she recovered.
"Although that person said 'cannot see' and 'cannot hear,' you can definitely see and hear, Arthur-but do you think what we see and hear could be a trap?
Or just part of the picture?"
Linda Camille questioned the young Medium.
Clearly, the incident involving Bernice's daughter Edith that morning had taught the girl a harsh lesson.
What she saw was not necessarily real.
Especially after experiencing a battle firsthand, the bloodline of Creados had begun to develop rapidly.
"Prophecy itself is complicated.
Until the very last moment, no one can say for sure.
So all we can do is make more preparations.
Even gods can be deceived by prophecy."
Arthur leaned back in his seat, stroking Pendragon as he spoke with a soft chuckle.
"Even gods can be deceived?
We can deceive gods!"
As the girl said this, the young Medium clearly saw an inexplicable light flicker in her eyes.
That light brimmed with excitement and...
An indescribable delight!
The young Medium noticed it, and the corner of