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"The southeastern coastal cities of the Loen Kingdom, and the empty stretch of sea there that doesn't have a single island."
The True Creator asked, "What would you go there for? You said these things might happen within this month, but at present, you have no reason whatsoever to go there."
"Exactly. Why would I go there? I'm looking for a reason myself."
Edward spread his hands, expressing his complete ignorance of how fate would unfold through both words and gestures. This was the authority of his other half. He could only see the broad outlines, sometimes even needing the target's blood to obtain a relatively precise answer, let alone in a situation like this, where there was clearly interference.
If he wanted to know every detail, he ought to check whether the Lord of Withering, who still retained half a Sefirah in the starry sky, was awake, then find a quiet, safe moment to pray to himself, borrow his own power, and look at himself, to see just what strange future these tangled threads of possibility had woven this time.
"But there's no need to worry about it now. Maybe I'll know what's happening once I take a trip there."
Edward picked up a butter cookie and offered a rather objective, if somewhat fanciful, conjecture. "Given that neither of us can show up in major cities right now, although I don't know what I'd go there for, there's an eighty percent chance that as soon as I arrive, one of the Seven Gods will come down to beat me up. Then we'll naturally start fighting, smash the coastal cities to pieces, and those people will naturally have 'died because of a Devil.'"
"Still, do you care that much about this?"
The True Creator considered for a moment. "Not