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"The Saint of Darkness leading the Aurora Order's group this time has completely lost contact, and there has been no news from the other pilgrims since two weeks ago either..."
"If they go looking for him, who will they send?"
Edward, who was under house arrest in a sense, was quite unperturbed. They still maintained a mental connection and shared intelligence, so he had easily obtained this information from the Aurora Order.
"It's been three months. The Angel of the Holy Word should have gone through the entire Forsaken Land of the Gods by now, right? During the second sweep, he's bound to find Ouroboros... The School of Life's Chairman has had a chance to catch his breath. I wonder how things are going now."
Edward thought with interest as he leafed through the newspaper.
Although he was out in the wilderness, with wild Abyss creatures occasionally delivering themselves to his doorstep, Edward naturally would not allow his living standards to drop, for the sake of "maintaining his humanity." Inside the little tent was still the four-story house he had lived in for decades in Backlund. He stayed at home every day and came out for a couple of laps at set times. It was not prison, but it might as well have been.
What a shame there was nothing alive in the Abyss now. Otherwise, it would have been even better if he could regularly go down and hunt a few Devils for a treat.
"If they really go out to sea to look for the Saint of Darkness, they'll probably have to send at least one Saint."
"Saint Tenebrous is definitely out. He's already settled down to work in Backlund. Medici is impossible too. His appearance means conflict is about to break out. If there's something suspicious