By coordinating with the Zero-level Sacred Relic we possess, [Dead Sea Scrolls], we will surely acquire the Promised Land given to us by the Holy Father.
Even if the Spiral Annals doom the world, we, the Remit people, can become the Chosen People of the new world!"
"Roar—!"
Everyone was filled with morale for that wonderful future, their palms clapped until they were flushed red.
Only Hal Black's eyes slightly flickered, transmitting the firsthand intelligence on site to his own Chief God.
....
North Sea Empire, Kingston, Ganquan Palace.
In the garden of September, besides the ever-blooming Red Roses, it was planted profusely with tulips.
Elsewhere, September is clearly the season for harvesting bulbs, but here tulips bloomed especially bright and splendid.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
Among the colorful flowerbeds, the wind howled, and two Mithril Swift Swords clashed, scattering sparks across the sky.
