Outer Deities, Wisdom Angels, the return of the Goddess of Harvest-taken together, these sensitive terms hit Clyde like a storm.
He raised his head slightly and glanced at the bronze chair that symbolized supreme authority, unable to stop himself from thinking:
Perhaps a war of the gods was taking place somewhere beyond their sight.
Having achieved his goal of frightening them, Joey continued in his leisurely voice:
"All right, you can carry on!"
Usually, when he said that, it meant he wanted to be a quiet observer.
Helena spoke first:
"The predicted Seven-Star Alignment did not occur. The stars did not return to Fomalhaut."
She abruptly stopped there, falling silent for several seconds before continuing, "Perhaps this has something to do with the 'divine descent' Mr. Hermit mentioned."
"I'm very sorry, but I didn't manage to find any information about documents from the old era this time."
Above the Gray Fog, Joey smiled calmly.
"That's all right. I'm merely interested in them. They aren't something I absolutely need."
Helena promised, "Mr. Hermit, I'll try harder next time."
In truth, Joey had never placed much hope in Helena.
She operated in Isamott, the true stronghold of the Orthodox Churches, and the new era had been built upon the ruins of the old.
War had erased many traces, so it was only natural that she could not find anything.
Clyde was different. As a pirate who frequented all sorts of places year-round, he had access to far more things.
Clyde's gaze wandered around before he slowly said:
"I collected a page of a document. It was discovered in some pirate ruins."
As he spoke, he recorded what he had prepared and submitted it.
For the next little while, everyone tacitly remained in their seats and waited quietly.
The document's very first line