Just as the Five Elders, their faces livid, racked their brains for some other excuse
Even if it would only delay Gern's unstoppable proposal to relocate headquarters...
"Put an end to this tedious farce... for Im."
An icy, indifferent voice, devoid of any human emotion, rang out deep within their souls, reaching the minds of all five Elders at once.
In an instant, all five Elders froze. Every trace of anger, resentment, and calculation on their faces
Turned into absolute reverence and obedience, or perhaps even... fear.
They knew this voice all too well!
It was the voice of 'Im'!
The supreme being who sat upon the Empty Throne and had wielded power over the world for eight hundred years!
Meanwhile, among the ranks of the Holy Knights, Gunko, who had been standing behind Saint Figarland Garling, stiffened slightly.
Then, when the eyes hidden beneath the shadow of her newsboy cap lifted once more, her pupils had taken on an eerie ringed pattern.
'She'-or rather, Imu, whose will had temporarily descended upon her-was looking through those eyes
Studying Gern on the platform intently, silently...
The gaze was cold and appraising.
But after only a brief look, Imu reached a conclusion, expressing it through a thought only "she" could hear.
It was the same thing Rocks had said to Gern back at God Valley.
Only Rocks had asked Gern's name first, whereas Imu went straight to the point.
Not a D.
Then, after another glance at the Eight Desolations hanging at Gern's waist, she added in the same flat tone, ruling out another possibility.
Nor a Davy.
After confirming that Gern belonged neither to the D. Clan, those "natural enemies of God," nor had any connection to "Davy," who might trigger some sort of "promise,"
The last, exceedingly faint trace of