Consciousness gradually revived.
When Shiayar opened his eyes again, a vast and majestic church filled his sight.
He saw a dawn-like brilliance rippling above the church, carrying a sacred and pure quality.
Am I born inside some Religious Order?
Considering this sanctified air, it shouldn't be one of those evil cults that turn their followers into a mass of twisted flesh praising only Ashes at the slightest disagreement, but rather an organization that worships orthodox gods.
Holy Creed Kingdom?
No, if this Echo of History really took place before the founding of the Holy Calendar, then it shouldn't be called the Holy Creed Kingdom, but the Dawn Church.
Shiayar unconsciously grasped the worn mechanical pocket watch in his hand.
He couldn't help but be vigilant.
After all, this was different from when he had entered the Echo of History of the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden.
