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"Hm?"
The white-bearded old man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyelids a fraction. The crow on the streetlamp also turned its head, looking into the distance.
As though he had yet to wake fully, Zaratul basked in the sun by the roadside with narrowed eyes. At the same time, he slowly took a red pendulum from inside his clothes, suspended it in the air, and performed a simple divination.
The pendulum remained still for a while, then slowly made one clockwise rotation, as though working against immense pressure.
Under George III's "law," Zaratul could not use Beyonder abilities without permission. Not only that, as time passed, all magic related to prophecy and divination was being suppressed as well, because the king did not want anything to go wrong with his apotheosis ritual.
Even as a Sequence One, he could only receive relatively vague revelations under the law.
"There seems to be something that attracts me over there..."
Through the gap in his hood, his aged, cloudy eyes stared for a long time at the red pendulum, which had already stopped moving.
After a moment, Zaratul slowly put it away, picked up his cane, turned around, and shuffled in the direction in which Klein's carriage had disappeared.
The crows in the sky beat their wings and took flight with hoarse, strange cries. Black feathers fluttered down onto the shoulders of the pedestrians below, but the people merely brushed them off, knowing nothing of what was happening above them.
The digestion of my Bizarro Sorcerer potion mainly relied on frightening the Primordial Demoness, and she would never tell anyone about that. Apart from that, I haven't left enough terrifying legends in Backlund.
*There are some rumors at sea about Gehrman Sparrow hunting pirates, but they're