“Uh, uhh.”

Olivia covered her nose and mouth, wearing an arrogant expression, but she couldn’t block the distinctive musty smell that had been lingering in the almost sealed space for a long time.

“Is this a cave?”

“It seems to have originally been a temple.”

“A temple, but it’s too small, isn’t it?”

“If it was a temple for worshiping ancient gods, it might not have been grand. Now it’s considered a forgotten god, but in the past when this temple was built, it was undoubtedly an evil spirit that couldn’t be worshipped without swearing.”

Olivia, who was born and raised in an era where the influence of ‘gods’ was very minimal, didn’t wish to be bowed down to or begged for love by gods.

No, she didn’t wish for anything at all.

Only once, when the imperial palace collapsed in her first life, did she pray for mercy towards the gods…

‘The gods are merciless.’

As Kraye said on a rainy day, the gods were merciless.

Even if it’s true that the gods are merciless, it’s absolutely unacceptable to make nonsense about purifying the entire continent by killing all the people, like an ancient god.

Of course, since there’s nothing one can do against gods, she would have to capture a magician, no, a magician’s daughter who accepts and tries to realize the will of the gods.

“Hoo, hoo.”

After getting used to the smell to some extent and raising her wrinkled forehead, Olivia looked around the inside of the cave where light was shining through the collapsed parts.

“It’s not going to collapse completely, right?”

“The places that were going to collapse already did, and the rest should be fine as tree roots are entangled.”

Immediately relieved by his words, Olivia, who was looking around without worries, widened her eyes.

“There.”

“Yeah, it’s the end.”

Olivia, who reached the end of the temple covered with ivy and moss, hesitated to tap Kraye’s arm.

Because the part of his arm that she had torn and shredded while going crazy was still quite ragged.

Fortunately, amidst the misfortune, although she desperately clawed and tore at his arm, there were mostly shallow wounds and no major injuries.

Feeling Olivia’s gaze linger, Kraye immediately placed her on the ground.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll heal quickly.”

Saying that, he swiftly removed the torn part of his arm from Olivia’s gaze.

Pulling his upper garment slightly, Olivia sighed and said, “I’ll take care of the wounds… No, it’s much better if Hwanggoong does it than me.”

Feeling sorry, Olivia, who had promised to personally treat his wounds, quickly realized that she wasn’t particularly skilled in healing compared to Kraye and changed her words.
Having experienced war, Olivia never found herself in a situation where she had to personally treat someone. While those who inherited the royal bloodline often pretended to boost the morale of knights and soldiers by pretending to be healers in times of war, Olivia never had the luxury to play such a role in the wars she experienced.

Although she could ask the imperial palace for medicine and bandages, it would be better not to intervene clumsily…

“I don’t want to entrust my body to the palace.”

Olivia simply accepted Kraye’s firm response without asking for reasons.

A man who suddenly resurrected after losing his past memories and was imprinted with the slave mark on his body. It’s natural for him to dislike others touching his body.

Even while having such thoughts, Olivia failed to realize that she, herself, was an ‘exception’ that was naturally exempt from such considerations.

“Ah… then, um… I’ll do it. It might be extremely amateurish, though.”

In response to Olivia’s uncertain answer, Kraye nodded without hesitation.

“It’s okay.”

“Uh-huh. Then, shall I take a look?”

The exploration of the temple, which started like that, ended in just a few minutes. This was because something was densely written on the cliff face after removing the ivy.

“Look at this. It’s the emblem of the Levir family.”

With an astonished expression, Olivia pointed to the writings that occupied one side of the cliff.

“Given by the ancient god, thankful, and yet there’s no way to avoid apologies to future generations.”

As Kraye read a part of the writing, Olivia frowned with an arrogant expression and said, “Why would you do something to apologize from the beginning? And true. Whether the Levir family made a contract or a deal with the ancient god, anyway, they did something.”

Just in case, but as expected.

“Harvest the fruit passed down through the blood, and offer it.”

Pointing to the writing carved at the end of the cliff, Olivia asked Kraye without turning around.

“In the end, doesn’t this mean sacrificing one child after another to slavery for generations?”

“In plain terms, it could have that meaning.”

“Could it?”

“Since it said to harvest the fruit, it could also mean killing and offering it as a sacrifice.”

After packaging their desires as being ‘for the sake of the family,’ they would offer their descendants to the gods.

“I can’t understand the thoughts of crazy people anyway.”