Calix was absolutely right.

When I went to Desart, there were gods there too.

What if Kamesis and Morisias fight? Then, Posnia would obviously be in chaos.

What would logically happen next?

‘Other countries would take advantage of Posnia’s weakness and invade.’

The elves’ plan was quite extreme and idealistic.

If it were me, I wouldn’t have just blindly sought Morisias’s resurrection for 400 years; I would have first declared independence from Posnia.

But well, according to them, it’s already predetermined fate that can’t be changed.

Besides, it’s not my problem.

“The prophet Oracle, who is Isis’s priest, is not a chimera.”

“Do you think I’m a fool? I clearly saw magi and magical power strangely entangled.”

“Your words are harsh. Oracle is the only messenger of Isis in this world!”

Fortunately, they seemed capable of understanding the situation, as their attitude toward Calix became somewhat more respectful during the rebuttal. At least in the sense that they were trying to maintain minimal courtesy.

“Ah, since beings of this world cannot access fate itself, you probably gathered all sorts of miscellaneous things and put a soul into something that is no longer of this world?”

Calix said, openly mocking them.

“Well, the skill was excellent. Enough to show both the predetermined fate and Morisias’s oracle. I’ll cleanly acknowledge that.”

I inwardly applauded Calix.

All the elves were looking at Calix with bewildered expressions. He continuously flayed them to the bone with his characteristically aggressive tone.

Indeed, though not anymore, he was worthy of being called a workaholic tyrant. So cool!

“So let’s stop with these formalities that aren’t even proper formalities, and let me hear about this plan of yours.”

Suddenly, Calix pulled me sharply toward him.

His red eyes, which had been glaring at the Elder, looked down at me with familiarity and contained a hint of a smile.

“The Saintess has already told me everything. About your experiments.”

***

“This is the sacred temple of Morisias.”

That place again.

The underground dungeon-like place where the priest of fate or whatever had jumped out.

Befitting the title of the God of Darkness, the temple was located underground where darkness was thickest.

A cold wind blew through the endless stairs leading downward.

‘Ah, I don’t want to go in.’

I glanced at Calix for no particular reason.

Unlike me, he had a very serious expression.

“Let’s go.”

The Elf Elder led us into the temple as if it were nothing.

The further down we went, the more the damp smell characteristic of underground places wafted around us.

“This is Morisias’s last temple, the only one preserved when the ruthless Kamesis annihilated Levelon.”

At those words, Calix indifferently took off his coat and draped it over my shoulders.

“It’s chilly.”

“…Thank you, Your Highness.”

Seeing him glaring at Luminas, who was quietly following beside me, he seemed displeased. He withdrew his gaze with a short sigh.

“It’s also a vein where vast magi flows.”

Tak. The Elf Elder stopped walking.

Looking up ahead, there was a large door made of what seemed to be obsidian or some beautiful black jewel.

The Elder opened the door with his white, smooth hands that had not a single scar.

Inside the door, a scene similar to the cave where Calix had hidden after being shot with an arrow during the Festival unfolded.

Mysterious light crystals were growing densely on the ceiling and all sorts of rare herbs were planted along the corridor.

“So that’s how they’ve endured for 400 years.”

Calix whispered to me in a low voice.

“The concentration of magi is quite thick. It could be dangerous, so stay closer to me.”

I nodded at his words.

I was puzzled that the atmosphere wasn’t as gloomy as I had expected, but if Calix said it was dangerous, then it was dangerous.

By the way, can Calix sense magi?

The only strange power I had felt so far was Calix’s magic.

“This is the place that will become the seed of revolution.”

The Elf Elder pointed to a black door with strange patterns deeply engraved like grooves.

I swallowed hard and looked up at the massive door.

When the Elder chanted an unknown spell, the patterns engraved on the door suddenly glowed red and moved with a creaking sound.

Soon, as the massive door slid upward like an automatic door, I covered my nose and mouth and held my breath.

“Behold! Our sanctuary was created to communicate more closely with Morisias!”

It was as Calix had predicted.

As soon as the door opened, I could tell. The same stench I had smelled in Leviathan’s cave. The smell of rotting flesh.

Inside the door were Holy Knights, slumped in iron cages, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

“Magi experiments?”

“Magi is too sacred a power for mere mortals like us to handle.”

“So you experimented on Holy Knights? Were you successful?”

“…Ha, it was quite difficult. Look.”

Unlike me, who was flustered, Calix followed the Elder without batting an eye.

‘Damn it. I have to follow then!’

I gritted my teeth and closely followed behind Calix.

Honestly, I was a bit scared, so I slightly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Just slightly, so it wouldn’t be noticeable.

“Save me, get me out of here!”

“I’ll be a faithful servant of Morisias. Please get me out of here!”

“Aaaargh! No more, I can’t take it anymore!”

With each step deeper into the sanctuary, the pleas of the battered Holy Knights intensified.

Calix seemed unfazed by the sight.

Rather, he appeared to be checking their condition more carefully.

“These are failures.”

The Elder pointed at the wrecked Holy Knights with an annoyed expression.

“What are you doing? Clear them out.”

“Yes, Elder.”

At the Elder’s words, elves grabbed the slumped Holy Knights and moved them somewhere.

Calix frowned and covered my ears. I thought I could hear very faint screams.

“How rude.”

“Ah, you’re not used to this, are you? I overlooked that.”

Where on earth are they taking them?

I tried to calm my trembling heart as I looked at the Elf Elder.

“But we must process them immediately to avoid problems. Magi is quite fluid, and if mishandled, it could escape on its own like before.”

Calix asked with an openly uncomfortable expression.

“…Like the tamer from Desart?”

“Oh, you know! Indeed, you are the fate chosen by Isis. The Saintess seems to rely on you greatly.”

The Elder, who had been performing exaggerated applause with feigned admiration, suddenly hardened his expression and said.

“Seeing that you know, despite being asked to keep it secret…”

My heart began to pound anxiously.

“Secret? Anyone who isn’t a fool could easily tell that it was magi that corrupted the tamer’s mind. The magi was wafting from the beasts the tamer controlled.”

“…Hmm, well, that’s not particularly important, so let’s set that aside and show you the finished product right away.”

Calix’s fingers twitched.

He seemed to have sensed it too.

I had a bad feeling. It felt like something was about to happen.

The rustling sounds of the elves echoed eerily in the space filled with strange smells.

“Rise.”

Suddenly, a clattering sound came from something that looked like a sarcophagus right in front of us.

The clattering sound began to echo from the walls, across the ceiling, to beneath our feet.

Clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter.

Calix grabbed my hand.

“Ah, there’s something I forgot to mention.”

The Elder looked at me with a grin.

“It seems the Saintess hasn’t met Morisias yet. Is that right?”

“What do you mean?”

In response to my question, the Elder, with his characteristically beautiful elven features, said regretfully.

“It seems the plans of Isis and Morisias were a little… different.”

Calix tightened his grip on my hand and took a step back.

“Ah, of course, we need the Crown Prince very much. Because he has the most powerful soul.”

That’s when it happened. The lid of the sarcophagus opened, and black energy began to fly fiercely toward Calix.

“Your Highness!”

“…Damn it, run!”

It wasn’t coming from just one direction.

The clattering sound continued endlessly, and the ceiling began to collapse with stones falling to the floor.

Soon after, black energy burst out from all directions, trying to envelop Calix.

“Become the vessel for Morisias, Crown Prince!”

“Rose, run away!”

Elves blocked the way to prevent Calix from escaping. But he immediately drew his sword, pushed the elves aside, and shouted.

“Hurry! What are you doing!”

Amidst the constantly surging elves, the Elder cried out in a chilling voice.

“The resurrection of Morisias is imminent!”

I gritted my teeth. I needed to think, to think.

“Damn it, run away!”

They told Calix to become Morisias’s vessel.

At this rate, the magi flying from all directions would swallow Calix.

I needed to think of a way to stop it…

Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to mind.

[Level 1 criminal Mellory Estanya. As an agent of Morisias (God) of planet TRAPPIST-1d, charged with attempting to use and manipulate the current user, has been sentenced to termination.]

Yes, the system had definitely said that.

If Mellory, Morisias’s agent, was a Level 1 criminal, then what about Morisias himself?

I blocked his path.

“Are you crazy? What are you doing!”

It was all or nothing anyway.

I took out my diary from the bag I always carried.

And threw it into the air.

“It’s all over.”