“We found the location that appears most likely.”
The crow brought welcome news.
“There is no being in the forest capable of calling you, and living things can no longer survive in the false world above. We examined every part of this diminished place… and concluded that only your grave is possible.”
“My grave?”
“The place called the Evil God’s Grave. I understand you once resided there.”
“Ah….”
Gio was rather dumbfounded.
“Why in the world would someone be there?”
At most, he had expected the person to be hiding in a part of the Black Forest he had not yet examined, or in the false world above. Either place would have been far more comfortable and safe than the “home” where Argio had lived.
“Are you certain they are there?”
“We judged it impossible for anyone to have summoned you from anywhere else.”
“I understand.”
Then there was a strong possibility the person had not chosen to remain there.
“Thank you for the helpful answer, Valf.”
“…It is an honor.”
“Were you unable to go there yourself?”
Valf answered carefully.
“It was not a place insignificant creatures such as we could dare enter. If you wish, we will attempt it, but that would require turning the impossible into…