"Nyth Valeshade?"
This name rang some bells.
Where did I hear that name?
I was certain I had heard it somewhere.
Nevertheless, this Nyth was probably someone powerful enough to lock a literal god.
But even so, I didn't put much effort into recalling it. Because Agroth said,
"Do you want to see what happened to me?"
I really did want to know how his Apostle did that, and more importantly, the reason behind it.
Nodding my head, I prepared myself.
"Yes."
As I nodded, a smile formed on his lips, as if telling me he already knew I would agree.
Agroth, from his black coat, took out a transparent, prism-shaped necklace.
Placing it to his red eyes, his pupils gazed at me through it.
As it happened, my mind started to enter a vivid state.
Agroth snapped his fingers, and a lavish cushion appeared behind me.
Seeing it, my body slammed on it.
And as soon as my body touched the surface, my vision blurred, and I saw a glimpse of Agroth's memory.
