Trafficked slaves,
A vast, mysterious tomb,
Slaves excavating the tomb,
The hounds of MI9,
The coat of arms of the Augustus Royal Family.
Photograph after photograph laid bare every last sordid detail of George III's trafficking of people to excavate a tomb.
Residents from every walk of life in Backlund were here, along with members of the Three Great Churches' Beyonder organizations and their archbishops, encompassing every stratum of Loen society.
Good grief!
Edward was inwardly shocked. He, a transmigrator, had not even done anything about George III yet. Who was the brave soul who had acted so quickly?
Wait. Suddenly realizing something, he whipped his head toward Anthony, who stood at the church entrance.
The Archbishop of the Church of Evernight gazed up at the photographs fluttering through the sky, a smile on his lips and relief shining in his eyes.
Had he done all this?!
No!
But this seemed to be what he had wanted to see all along!
The Seven Deities had tacitly permitted the atrocities George III committed to become a god. Though this old man, who had spent years working in Backlund, was unwilling to accept it, he could not defy the Goddess's will.
He knew he could do nothing.
He knew he ought to do something.
Yet he seemed to have borrowed the Quill's power to do what he could indirectly.
But... why would Adam allow all this to happen?
He had spent over a thousand years preparing for this tide of the times! By rights, He should have snuffed this out at the slightest sign of it, but...
Why had there been no sign of Him from beginning to end? What was He thinking? What was He planning?
Anthony looked over just then. His usual mild smile returned, and he traced the