"Where is this place?"
Zarek felt extremely groggy, and his entire world was disoriented for a moment.
The old woman and the little girl who were sitting on the mattress were the only thing that he could see right now, which filled his mind even more with confusion.
'Just what is going on?' he thought in his heart with a strange expression.
Then he heard their murmurs, faint but very distinct in his ears.
"Please save my son, Milord."
"I don't know about you, and I only have my human god as the true god. However, if you were able to help Papa recover, then you will definitely get my hidden treats."
"..." Zarek looked at them in silence. "So they are the prayers of my image, huh."
He looked at a bright grey energy they were emitting. Even without looking with his skill, he instinctively knew about this energy.
This was fate energy and the lowest of its kind; the purer the fate, the more white it will be.
