Tracker: "I know what to do now."
The player opened the map and teleported to the next location.
[Blood Moon Manor]
The corridor was still dim, and the eyes of the portraits on the walls were still sealed with chains. The player passed through the corridor and arrived outside Horace's office.
The door was ajar, and voices came from inside.
The player pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the office, Horace sat behind his desk, reviewing documents, the Quill in his hand scratching across the paper.
Tracker knelt on one knee before the desk, his upper body perfectly straight, but his hands clenched tightly into fists. "My lord, I have already broken the rules. Even so, I must shamelessly ask for power-please, lend me your Ideology Runes!"
Horace stopped writing, his expression utterly helpless.
"First, you haven't broken the rules. The rule that an enforcer cannot become a participant applies under normal circumstances. But: [Only a rebellious hero can become king.] From the very beginning, I never said that only a Tarnished could become king."
He set down the Quill and leaned back in his chair, looking Tracker straight in the eye. "Look at those Demigods. Are they Tarnished? They can still take part in the struggle, can't they?"
Tracker seemed to want to say something, but did not speak. Clearly, for this knight who had always upheld the rules, such words still overturned too much of what he knew.
Horace lowered his head and resumed reviewing the documents, speaking as he wrote. "Second, I don't have any Ideology Runes. You should think carefully. So-called Ideology Runes are merely an accumulation of Inner Law. But my Law became External Law long ago. How could it condense into Ideology Runes?"
He stopped writing again, raised his head, and gazed at