Little was known about the ‘mud.’
It was, quite literally, a form of sorcery that had been lost thousands of years ago. It was a curse that had not been witnessed even after the Dark Order began operating in earnest.
If so, it would not be unreasonable to regard it as magic unique to Delphirem.
Naturally, finding a way to break it was a distant prospect.
Purely because there was no information.
There was no way to find an answer without a single clue. Moreover, the number of people afflicted by the ‘mud’ was limited.
If only there were more samples—
It was a thought I shouldn’t have been having.
Perhaps because my mind had been so complicated lately, I was thinking the way a mage might. Leto or Senior Elsie would probably have said as much.
Those contaminated by the ‘mud’ ultimately lost themselves.
How could there possibly be anything good about having more victims like that?
Even so, I had been feeling frustrated enough for all sorts of thoughts to cross my mind.
And yet, to hear such…