Return to the Battlefield, Meet an Old Friend

"Divine arts don't exist? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ulysses's words filled Richard with an inexplicable irritation. It felt as though an invisible mist hung before his eyes, obscuring many things and leaving him unable to see through them.

"Caw..." Ulysses came back to his senses and said to Richard with a complicated look, "You'll know once you lift the seal on your memories."

"My memories..."

Richard froze. He was about to say that his memory seal could not be removed, but the moment he opened his mouth, he realized something was wrong.

How did Ulysses know he had sealed his memories? Richard had never told him anything.

"How did you know I sealed my memories... Oh, I get it."

Realization dawned on Richard. In an instant, he understood what had happened.

He had tricked himself.

"What on earth needed to be made this complicated?"

Richard muttered as he lifted the seal on his memories. The instant he received those memories, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"You made up this whole thing?"

Ulysses nodded, his eyes carrying a trace of utter despair.

"Caw, how could divine arts work like this? Creating divine arts is incredibly complicated. How can you just think up some utterly random thing and make it work?"

Richard shrugged, his eyes thoughtful.

Since merely thinking up a theory had allowed him to create something akin to divine arts, did that mean the essence of divine arts... was actually no different from Curse Sorcery?

Only, compared to Curse Sorcery, divine arts might be a little more "materialistic."

Richard felt that he had found something crucial.

"Does it have a name?"

Richard suddenly asked.

"What name?"

Richard spread his hands. "Something this good can't just be called pseudo-divine arts. That name is far too perfunctory."

Ulysses