"When I was a child, when the Earl of Risban told me, I always thought it was just a legend."

"No more real than the Queen of the Sky or the statues of the gods in the temple."

Moral looked at the latter with complex eyes that Thales had never seen before.

Thales recognized that expression.

That was the expression on little Quil Barney's face just after Samuel's oath failed.

Loss, emptiness, pain, regret.

Still feeling a bit confused and helpless.

"However, the stories passed down in our family from generation to generation are true..."

He stared at the young man, his head shaking slightly and his chest heaving.

It was as if he no longer knew this companion who had lived and died with him for a short period of time and had adventures back and forth.

The foreign prince who shared his fate.

Facing Moral's crossbow, Thales could only bite his lower lip.

At that moment, it seemed that even the pain in my chest was no longer important.

What could he say?

What should he say?

"...Disaster is humans, or monsters that look like humans."

Moral's eyes never strayed from the target, and the crossbow in his hand couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"They breathe like us, eat like us, walk like us, and live like us in every corner of the world. Every move we make is similar in appearance and spirit."

He murmured subconsciously, his tone ethereal.

It seems to be retelling an ancient story from long ago.

"But they are not us after all."

"They will eventually tear off their masks, reveal their true colors, and start destroying and killing."

Thales subconsciously tightened his fists on his chest.

Moral's brows slowly tightened and he took a step back, as if he couldn't believe what he was facing.

He gritted his teeth, took a few deep breaths, and the scene just now flashed through his mind:

"That's how you are, isn't it?"

"Like just now?"

Thales, who was leaning against the wall, was silent for a while.

His face was ashen, even under the red firelight.

They are not us after all.

They will eventually take off their masks.

Thales vaguely remembered every time he lost control and knocked on the door, thought of Thales in the dream who seemed to know everything, and the consequences he faced every time he came back to his senses.

"I have no idea."

After a long time, Thales said sadly in a tone as if he was in a dream:

"Even for me, the issue is full of mystery."

Moral was also silent for a while.

In the deep dungeon, only the breathing of the two people could be heard for a while.

Until Moral's sneer filled the air.

"So, among the disasters that King Nekaru has dealt with...which one are you?"

Thales was slightly absent-minded.

Just listen to Moral speaking in the most serious and fearful tone:

"King Disaster?"

"Disaster?"

"Blood disaster?"

"Secret disaster?"

"First disaster?"

With every word he said, Moral's expression became more serious.

These were phrases that only appeared in the legends of the Walton family, but he never took it seriously.

Disaster.

Listening to these strange and strange terms, Thales frowned slightly.

Until Morar raised the arm crossbow with one hand and said the next sentence:

"Or are you simply the leader of all disasters - the 'Bane of the Gods'?"

Bane of the Gods.

Hearing this familiar nickname, Thales felt another pain in his chest.

The young man no longer looked at Morar, he lowered his head, and said half relieved, half lonely: "None of them."

"I am a……"

"Newcomer."

Moral paused for a moment.

"ha."

His shoulders swayed slightly, his laughter was a little sad, and even the firelight and the crossbow were trembling.

"So you are just like the White Blade Guards, and there are newcomers..."

The words were lightly sarcastic.

In an unknown mood, Thales tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth.

"yes."

"Magic Master, disaster."

As he was thinking about it, he was slightly distracted and his tone was lost:

"Everything is like a nightmare, no matter how much smile you squeeze out or how much courage you muster..."

"But in the dead of night, when you return from your midnight dream, it will always come back to you -"

Morar's crossbow trembled slightly.

"enough."

"Disaster."

He interrupted Thales and stared at the latter with strange eyes, cold corners of his mouth, and protruding veins on his hands:

"Do you know that no matter which temple it is, no matter how dilapidated or declining the church is, it is warning every King of Exeter: the disaster of annihilation will eventually come back and destroy us just like it destroyed the final empire?"

Thales didn't look at him, just closed his eyes:

"I……"

But Moral was not prepared to let him answer.

The son of Nun gritted his teeth and spoke, pinching the fingers on the arm of the crossbow with all his strength, forcing himself to suppress the complicated emotions that had nowhere to go:

"You know what every Walton has been taught since he was a child. In the Battle of the End, what kind of terror and despair, sacrifices and casualties Nekaru and his peers endured to miraculously reverse the cold wind and defeat the crazy evil.

The disaster that founded Exeter?"

Thales didn't open his eyes. He managed to raise the corners of his mouth:

"Is it."

Prince Star could feel that the bleeding from his nose had stopped, and the strength of his whole body was slowly recovering under the slow infiltration of the Sin of Hell River, and the pain in his chest was gradually relieved.

At least, he should be able to stand up on his own.

But for some reason, facing Moral who was looking at him angrily, facing the seemingly shaky time crossbow...

Thales suddenly lost the motivation to stand up.

This is a disaster.

Just yourself.

and your own future.

He thought gloomily.

A long-lost pleasant female voice sounded from his ears.
To be continued...