Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Cohabitation (2)

… The ‘Altar,’ a secret society aiming to resurrect the God who died in ancient times, was based in a sanctuary at the Fear East of the continent, where new life didn’t grow.

They dedicated their lives solely to the Return of the Fallen God, their purpose, never doubting their beliefs and faith. To that end, they were willing to sacrifice even their own lives.

This was caused by the intermediary that brought them together: a ‘dream.’

It came down like a revelation to them one day.

Believers each received the same grace and moved to the attainment of the same goal. As fanatics of God’s calling, they cultivated a proud religion for his future advent.

—God.

That was why the Altar wanted Deculein’s runes. Their deity wanted the knowledge in his head. He appeared in their dreams and directly appointed them to that task.

—Is that professor walking a different path from his father?

However, Deculein rejected the Altar’s offer. It was a completely different attitude from the previous Yukline Head.

Feats and Honor.

The factors their family held as their priority had to have been those two.

─I’m not sure. I don’t even know if he wants to monopolize the runes…

─It doesn’t matter. We need them. If we learn the language of the runes, we’ll gain the ability to communicate with Him.

With that knowledge, more devout service was possible, which in turn could accelerate his advent.

―Let’s keep an eye on the professor. We need the information he has, and he won’t be able to refuse to negotiate forever. For now, contact the demon-blooded people.

The Altar found Deculein’s actions strange.

They didn’t know why he defended those who carried demon blood in their veins. He could’ve just done that out of human intentions, but they had no way to know. All they could do was use that ‘fact’ thoroughly.

—Got it.

The empire was already aware of their organization’s existence. The officials were happily taking bribes right now, but they knew they thought of them as nutcases deep down.

Thus, the Altar knew what they had to say.

‘We defend the demon-blooded people as well.’

That one line would suffice.

The rest was up to those who hadn’t been swallowed by madness.

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Yukline mansion.

Zeit, wearing a suit, was waiting in the front yard garden that Julie and I came to.