“Not entirely.”

Isaac scratched his eye area, and while silently staring at Cryer, who remained as quiet as the calm night sea, he spoke.

“Now that you already know, there’s no turning back to the time when you didn’t. Besides, it’s a ‘god,’ a real one, isn’t it? Isn’t it much better to know as much as possible when dealing with something like that, rather than jumping in half-knowingly? For me and for the two of you who give me tasks.”

Cryer, who had been silently staring at Isaac with his heavy mouth, finally opened his mouth.

“How can you be sure that it’s an enemy god?”

“If it was something done for the sake of the god, there would be no need to secretly do it like this. With Her Highness present, naturally, it would have been a large-scale mobilization of the imperial citizens. Moreover, didn’t Her Highness strongly advocate for world peace? If it’s a god she worships, there’s no reason to hide it.”

As if he couldn’t even breathe, Isaac poured out his thoughts without pause and added with a frown.

“Also, that temple in the Norden country doesn’t seem to be built with good intentions, no matter how you look at it.”

He was cautious in judging based on feelings, but he didn’t ignore the well-polished intuition.

The eerie and creepy atmosphere that lingered around the temple and the intense fear expressed by an architect who mumbled insanely.

“So, I ask you like this.”

Isaac slowly knelt on one knee, clenched his fist to his chest, and said.

“Please tell me everything.”

Olivia, who was looking down at him, met eyes with Cryer looking at her.

No words were exchanged, but countless words went back and forth.

Isaac asked for ‘everything.’

If so, where should he start and where should he end?

In fact, if it was a story related to the ‘ancient god,’ there were only grandiose things that would be passed over as a grand gesture if heard by a third party.

First, it was the magician’s existence, and then it went further to Cryer’s resurrection and Olivia’s return.

However, not long after, the two nodded as if making a promise, and the next moment.

Isaac bit his lower lip with a shivering feeling all over his body, along with the pressure that weighed down his entire body like a waterfall down his spine.

In the blink of an eye, Cryer, standing in front of Isaac, looked down at him, parted his lips, and spoke.

“As you say, we can’t go back to the past. No, we can’t go anywhere.”

Even so, would he listen to the story? Although the subsequent words were not heard, Isaac, feeling the presence of Cryer gripping his neck, ironically raised the corners of his mouth.

“I’ve already given my life. Where else do you think I’ll go?”

“It’s going to be hard to believe.”

“But there’s no choice but not to believe.”

Rarely, Cryer faintly smiled for the first time when facing Isaac and the firm soul in his rarely opened fox eyes.
“I should ask how it feels to serve as a slave.”

Cryer’s story, which began with words that Isaac couldn’t understand, was connected with unbelievable and absurd things such as the stamp of the ancient god and slavery, the magician and resurrection, war and return, and destruction through purification.

“…to be precise, it’s not a god, but a magician you should face.”

After concluding the absurd and ridiculous story so calmly, Cryer closed his mouth. However, Isaac, with his mouth wide open, only let out a sigh.

Shaking his head up and down for a while, looking at the patterns engraved on the ceiling, then glancing at the delicate weave of the carpet, Isaac opened his mouth. The first words he spoke were nothing else but…

“I’ve never seen someone talk so much. There’s no curse that you shouldn’t talk beyond a certain point… Ah, don’t look at me like that. I developed insomnia because I was afraid the owner might appear in my dreams lately.”

“Do you really believe it?”

Olivia, watching Isaac, who stood up shaking off imaginary dust while nervously wiping the seat, asked sincerely as if curious.

“As I said, there’s no choice but to believe. Besides, because it’s Bolshevik.”

“What’s with that strange belief.”

“Haha. There are records about Bolshevik in our family as well. I know quite a bit about it. It seems that our family ancestor got involved with someone possessed from another world. So, if it’s Bolshevik, it should be possible to regress time. And.”

Isaac, who paused for a moment, scratched his cheek while looking down at Cryer standing like darkness.

“Honestly, I find it more believable that the owner, who has hidden his skills until now and served as a knight in the Norden country, is the resurrected slave of the ancient god than anything else.”

“What do you think of the Norden country?”

“At least it’s not the empire. It might have been believable even if he became a knight of the empire. Even if.”

Issuing a simple and clear opinion, Isaac suddenly asked as if he remembered something.

“Taren Yeonga seemed to know something. How much does she know?”

“About regression, war, slavery, and the stigma, I don’t know.”