However, Horace glanced at Lilith beside him-the Outer God mother was humming a tuneless song, idly kicking the remains of the fungal carpet on the ground.
Perhaps... she had anticipated all of this.
She deliberately brought me to meet Rot, deliberately let me hear its appeal, deliberately offered me this temptation to "break the stagnation"...
But what exactly is she after?
Horace could not understand. Given Lilith's standing, throwing the Lands Between into chaos would benefit her in no way. All she pursued was "precious experiences."
Does she simply think the process of "returning Rot to the cycle" would be interesting?
Surely she isn't really just trying to mess with people?
Horace shook his head and stopped dwelling on it.
An Outer God's thinking could not be judged by common sense in the first place.
Horace took a deep breath and raised both hands.
"Restraint-unfold."
His low voice echoed through the empty Grand Cloister.
Centered on Horace, dark golden light spread outward like ripples.
The light pierced the Lake of Rot, pierced the underground strata, pierced the surface, and reached across the entire Liurnia Lake Region.
At that very moment, in the royal capital of Leyndell.
Marika was clumsily handling state affairs. Regardless of whether her work was riddled with errors and omissions, she had at least dealt with them.
As for what would ultimately become of those affairs? Never mind that.
All you needed to know was that Marika's administrative skills were the sort that sent the lion's and Horace's blood pressure soaring.
Suddenly, she slammed her hands on the desk and stood up, her golden hair flying behind her as a trace of shock and anger crossed the Eternal Goddess's face.
"What is this?"
Far away, in the direction of Liurnia, a law completely different from the Golden