"Tell me, what exactly happened to Entrode!"

"Don't try to deceive me, you despicable Griedian!"

The Pathfinder's attempts to calm him were utterly useless, for even though he was completely overpowered by Ronald, Edward struggled desperately to get news of the outside.

All sense of elegance and dignity had vanished from the man.

His eyes were red and crazed as he flailed his arms awkwardly once more, even his joints had twisted somewhat.

Whoosh—

Under Edward's movements,

the desk beside him immediately flew up and smashed towards Ronald's head. With peripheral vision, Ronald could even see the sharp nails sticking out from the side of the table.

Crack—

The desk shattered instantly, and Ronald did not move an inch.

Edward, pinned beneath Ronald, finally regained a bit of clarity at that moment.

He knew best the force behind his own attack.

The strength with which Edward had controlled the desk flying was certainly enough to smash a man to death, or at the very least leave someone completely dazed.

But what about Ronald in front of him?

Even as the desk broke into pieces, the figure of the man did not show the slightest wobble, and the site where the impact occurred did not even have a scratch.

Could this be Gried's ace investigator?

"..."

"How about it? Are you calm enough to talk now?"

At that moment, Ronald's voice, plain and indifferent, arose from above him.

Stimulated by that voice, Edward pulled himself out of his agitated state.

Then, silently, he nodded his head at Ronald.

"..."

"It's good you can have a calm conversation. You can sit back down now."

Ronald's demeanor remained calm, he released Edward and watched him return to his seat before continuing:

"The rise and fall of dynasties is inevitable; look at the bigger picture, both Entrode and Gried must abide by this rule. And even if Entrode was overthrown, the former royal bloodline still remains."

Edward's emotions cooled down, and in those few seconds, he collected himself:

"Although I don't want to admit it, what you're describing is indeed possible."

"Mr. Ronald, I know you have many questions, and I too have much I wish to understand. But before we have an open conversation, there's one thing I would like to know—how did you come into contact with the 'Dreaming Mirror' of Entrode?"

Edward spoke these words with a firm attitude.

The look in his eyes conveyed a clear message—tell me the truth, or even if you can take my life by force, don't expect to learn any news.

Truly… he is fiercely loyal to Entrode.

Watching Edward before him, Ronald couldn't help but feel moved.

But he could understand it; after all, this was the confidant dispatched from the former Entrode royalty whom they trusted so deeply, so such loyalty was not hard to understand.

"Then I'll get straight to the point."

"The beginning of everything has to start with the coup in Entrode a few years ago…"

Ronald detailed the changes in Entrode over the years.

As he listened to the fate of the kingdom he had served, Edward didn't say anything, but the uncontrollable grief on his face spoke volumes about his mood.

At last, as Ronald finished explaining,

the young man rose from his chair, then alone facing the window, performed a complex salute.

Ronald recognized the origin of this gesture.

It was a very ancient Entrodean ritual, used to express mourning and respect.

"Whoosh—"

Having completed these actions, Edward settled back into his seat.

The young man no longer strained to conceal the sadness in his eyes. Resting his head on one hand, he spoke in a low voice:

"Mr. Ronald, thank you for the information."

"I have learned enough of what I wanted to know, so please feel free to ask me any questions you may have."

Ronald asked without hesitation:

"Firstly, I want to know the method of traveling between the two worlds."

"That's not possible now," Edward immediately shook his head, "whether for oneself or for allowing others to leave this place, only those with royal blood can do so. It is not a possibility for ordinary people."

Ordinary people upon hearing this would likely seek other methods.

But Ronald was very persistent on this issue and continued along this line of questioning:

"Why must it be royal blood? What is the reason behind this?"

As it happened, Edward did know this secret.

With a mournful tone, the man continued to explain:

"Beneath the entire Nameless Sea lies a dormant god of immense power. The ancestors of the royal family received its blessing and a portion of that godlike power was added to their bloodline."

"It's also because of this that they can dive beneath the sea and reach the Dreaming Mirror, thus returning to the outside world."

"..."

Ronald did not immediately inquire further but pondered for several seconds before seeking to confirm:

"Is the favor in their bloodline something that causes the Nameless Sea to react when they travel to and fro, or can the god grant them this privilege at any time?"

Edward did not quite understand the purpose behind Ronald's question.

But now he didn't care much, so he promptly replied:

"I had the honor to be taken back and forth a few times by His... by the former king, and it is not as you describe. To make a more accurate comparison—it's as if the boon in the royal bloodline endows them with a certain aptitude that they inherently possess to traverse through the Dreaming Mirror."

This wasn't right...

Ronald's thoughts immediately became active.

Unlike Edward in front of him, Ronald himself had personally verified Vilarnika's lineage, which was completely consistent with normal humans, a pure human bloodline without any trace of mixed heritage.

Yet according to what Edward said, Vilarnika shouldn't be a pure blooded human.

Could it be that Vilarnika's identity was fake?

—This was an absolutely authentic identity endorsed by R'lyeh.

Or was Edward lying?

—The emotional distress of the man before him made it nearly impossible for him to have the surplus energy to deceive.

So... was it possible?

That there was a problem with the information Edward had!

What if the Entrot royal family hadn't received a blessing in their blood from the god beneath the Nameless Sea, but rather, a more profound authentication system, like that of the soul?

As if by destiny.

Previously, in order to ensure Vilarnika's loyalty, Costate had indeed split part of the Entrot princess's soul and handed it over to Ronald for management.

And Ronald, by chance, had the spells from the Divine Comedy which allowed observation of the soul.

Should he investigate it right now?

Clang Clang Clang—

As Ronald pondered, the room's door was suddenly knocked upon.

One of Luduo's crew members burst into the room in haste and immediately addressed Edward:

"Lord Edward!"

"After the people from the Skycastle arrived, those from the other cities too could no longer contain their restlessness."

"They have already gathered on the first level of the deck."

"They are waiting for you to allocate resources!"

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