"..."
Rogel rubbed his temples, showing a trace of spiritual fatigue between his brows.
Although he tried, the outcome was as expected.
No miracle occurred, only a bloody reality awaited.
Since he couldn't find a better way, he would let things remain as they were here...
"Hah..."
The Dark Dual Spirits on the sacrificial platform let out a pleased raspy sound.
A moment later, it turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly dissipated.
Leaving behind only a few withered black corpses...
...
The provisioning for the Gelin was almost done.
Before leaving, Rogel found that priest again to ask some questions.
"Leaving here?"
"You also sail the seas, you should know how dangerous migration is. Besides, if we leave here, it would be difficult to find such a good place again."
