“I greet the Representative of God.”
After riding for more than two weeks, we finally arrived at the rendezvous point designated by the Vermilion Bird.
But the one who greeted us there was not the Vermilion Bird himself.
Only the lord who had been entrusted with delivering his message was present.
“You mean… we must take this to the end of the world?”
The moment the lord finished relaying the request, all of us became visibly uncomfortable.
Even the Inquisitor, who normally accepted instructions without questioning them unless absolutely necessary, doubted her own ears enough to ask again.
“Not something else, but… a corpse?”
Honestly, though, her reaction was understandable.
Having to carry some specific object all the way to the Norda region was one thing.
But that cargo being a human corpse was undeniably strange.
“…May we at least know whose remains these are?”
Even the Archmage stumbled slightly over her words in confusion.
I looked at the corpse wrapped up tightly like a mummy.
Its silhouette was unmistakably human.
There was no possibility of misunderstanding it.
This was clearly a human body.
“I was not told the details either, so there is little I can explain. But what I know with certainty is that these must be returned to the Noble Dragon, and that if they are damaged before then, the world will be endangered.”
“The world will be endangered?”
“Those were the Ancient One’s words. I know nothing beyond that.”
“Ah… understood.”
But seriously, what the hell is this thing?
If failing to return it puts the world in danger,…