Illiya scribbled down a large number of notes, some useful, some not.
Looking at the densely packed words on the pages, he let out a nearly inaudible sigh.
There were so many parts he couldn't make sense of—most of the conclusions he'd written were based on assumptions. Some questions could only be answered after reaching the demons' territory.
Why did the road ahead feel so endless?
In another room.
Like Illiya, Seoryun had returned to his room and fallen into deep thought, pondering the current situation on the continent.
Although the various races across the continent had formed an allied force to crusade against the demons, everyone knew the real reason—wasn't it simply to seize the reparations after defeating the demons?
As if no one could see through that.
Everyone on the continent knew that the people of the Yaguk Theocracy harbored an intense hatred for demons.
