Aishala had never expected a casual guess to actually uncover his identity.
A Magic Mage who had slept from ancient times until now?
No wonder the summoned beasts accompanying this young man were completely different from those of ordinary summoners.
The spells the caravan leader had described, cast by that woman so beautiful that even Aishara felt a little envious, were also of a kind she had never heard of.
But if he was a Magic Mage from ancient times... that seemed to explain everything... didn't it?
"S-so that's how it is. Have you... met Nephthys before?"
"Yes, and I've had quite a few encounters with Nephthys. We're pretty familiar."
That was no lie. Nephthys's remains were stored in his train's Storage Unit. Beyond merely handling them, he was even thinking that, if this fellow failed to undergo rebirth in the end...
Grinding those bones into powder and feeding them to Giant Eagle and that stupid Bear Cub might even make them a little stronger.
Aishala's eyes shone with joy. She believed Ye Qiyan completely and stepped forward in excitement.
"My lord, please save the desert! Put Nephthys’s Court back on its rightful path!"
Nephthys’s Court.
Ye Qiyan had finally heard this world's platform name from one of its natives.
"That so-called god ruling now is an outsider! He appeared out of nowhere and was saved by the merciful Nephthys, only to choose betrayal when Nephthys performed a miracle to save the world!"
"Matem! That vile traitor! He killed Nephthys! Sir! Please avenge Nephthys and defeat that hateful traitor! Restore the true name of Nephthys’s Court!"
Aishala was so excited that she was almost jumping.
Suddenly, however, her ears twitched, and her expression instantly turned cold. She turned and pushed open the door, revealing a boy sprawled on the ground,