Pure White Scroll

"Then it looks like he rejected that way of getting in touch." Neph spread her hands.

That was only natural. Few official Nighthawks would casually pray to an unfamiliar deity. If Neph was willing to show the medal from Lady Arianna, she might have a chance.

They dropped the subject. Their exploration of the tunnel was tentatively scheduled for after Klein obtained the explosives. To guard against unexpected developments, however, Neph had left a spiritual marker in the tunnel. At their last meeting, she had woven a false memory of possession by an evil spirit for Hazel. It had frightened the young lady for a while, but Neph doubted the effect would last very long.

After leaving Klein's house, Neph went to sleep, even though she had no need to sleep every day.

She had expected to open her eyes to daylight the next morning, when she could go scrounge breakfast at Klein's house. Instead, she unexpectedly encountered an experience every false god had to endure.

-Someone prayed to her in the middle of the night.

"I shall award this ring to the winner of this hunting competition, Emlyn White. Congratulations, Emlyn." Baron Cosmi extended his right hand to Emlyn and gave his hand a light shake.

Then he handed the blood-red Lilith's Ring to Emlyn.

The ring had been made by Lilith, the Sanguine Ancestor, herself. Besides its mystical functions, it represented an honor, making it an ideal prize for the competition's winner. Emlyn accepted the ring and smiled with restraint. "Thank you."

Meanwhile, his eyes flickered as he looked for an opportunity.

When handing over the Primordial Moon's believer to Emlyn, Neph had made no attempt to conceal her hostility toward the Primordial Moon. She had also instructed him to hint at this to the upper ranks of