The "Hero" Ismael felt his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
...A traitor?
Isn't that me?
For a moment, Ismael absurdly wondered if Aiwass had betrayed him... but soon he came to his senses, wondering if he had been seen through.
Fortunately, Ismael was exceptionally brave.
Even as a child and a mere mortal, he had once killed a lion barehanded—a task requiring more than just strength; it demanded absolute calm. Thus, he showed no sign of panic, only furrowing his brows as he exchanged glances with the other Benevolent Lords.
In the room sat twelve Benevolent Lords, perfectly encircling the round table. Their expressions varied, yet the room remained silent.
—There was no uproar among the people as a result.
After all, these Benevolent Lords did not firmly believe in Ayimar Nur's words.
But the "Forgiver" Ayimar Nur just calmly watched them all, slowly saying, "Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here to escape the eternal enslavement of the Great Abyss.
