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When I said I was an attendant, I meant I didn't want to deal with this, not that you could order me to get to work...
Klein was stunned by the Fourth Epoch duke's idea, but after thinking it over, he decided it was not out of the question. After all, wasn't an "attendant" supposed to handle affairs for his employer and carry out orders?
My thinking should be right. It's just that I haven't taken the potion yet, so I can't use its feedback to confirm whether this is correct.
However, Klein did not rush to act.
Having decided to help deal with the matter, Klein turned his gaze to the scene displayed by Sefirah Castle.
Through Sefirah Castle's view, the lunar halo extended even farther than it did in reality. Despite Badheil's desperate retreat and efforts to avoid it, he had already slipped silently into the moonlight's range. The leading edges of the hazy red moonlight resembled slender, twisted fingers, spreading forward like roots. Fine, densely packed strands of moonlight wove a great net, trying to capture the God of Combat, that rebellious child unwilling to enter his mother's embrace.
And although Bethel appeared safe, the red moonlight was actually creeping toward him as well. It was simply that Badheil, this "son of the Mother Goddess in the mystical sense," currently enjoyed more of her favor.
Hiss... This feels much more powerful than I imagined. Is it because the Mother Goddess of Depravity has been watching this place all along?
Klein's gaze lingered on the peculiar scroll for a while. He discovered that its image was completely filled by the central red moon and distinct layers of light, with no other stars or gaps showing the starry sky.
Meanwhile, the scroll seemed to be growing somewhat unstable,