Morgott looked well.
The reason was simple: Godwyn had taken it upon himself to remove his shackles.
And he had introduced him to everyone: "This is my younger brother. My own flesh and blood."
His own brother, born of the same parents. He briefly explained the story behind Morgott and Mohg.
Those who knew nothing of this naturally gasped in surprise. They had never imagined that the illustrious Golden Lineage included beings such as Omens.
But seeing Godwyn, who had regained some of his vigor and stood a little taller than Morgott, put an arm around Morgott's shoulders without the slightest distaste as he introduced him-
They could tell that Godwyn did not care that his own younger brother was an Omen.
Miquella whispered to Malenia, "This is what makes our eldest brother so charming."
Malenia nodded silently.
Acceptance and equal treatment were indeed very appealing qualities, especially to those labeled as "different."
At that thought, Malenia instinctively turned toward Zhao Si.
This junior fellow disciple of hers had changed considerably. Yet he could also be said to have treated her just like anyone else.
To think that he used to keep calling her "senior sister," and now he had accomplished things even she could not.
Just like her master, he had faced a deity in battle.
The Flowing Sword had once sealed away the Scarlet Rot, and now it had ventured deep into the Spirit World and pinned the Death Goddess to the ground.
If word of this got out, the Flowing Sword would probably earn another name, something like the "Godslayer Sword."
People seeking to learn swordsmanship would surely wear down Ordina's threshold, begging Malenia or Zhao Si to teach them.
Fortunately, no one present spread such news.
As for Godwyn's "resurrection," Miquella had long since prepared an