Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

We'll talk about it later... Let's solve the immediate problem first and then settle the score in autumn.

Chiron could of course hear the underlying meaning in the young man's words, but he also felt a bit torn at the moment.

Because although he hadn't participated in the wizards' experiments, he indeed believed he had used their research outcomes.

We'll talk about it later... Let's solve the immediate problem first and then settle the score in autumn.

Chiron could of course hear the underlying meaning in the young man's words, but he also felt a bit torn at the moment.

Because although he hadn't participated in the wizards' experiments, he indeed believed he had used their research outcomes.

'I don't know what they're up to this time... Before, they were splitting souls and creating life boxes. Could they now be involved in 'thought creation' or 'memory rewriting'...'

Not very sure, because the centaur remembered that the Grand Sorceress named Erwin seemed to have mentioned this matter unintentionally before.

Only after his repeated questioning did he state that it was just a failed idea.

They couldn't bestow thought upon something that originally had no wisdom, and altering the memories of living beings would only overwhelm their souls, leading to self-destruction.

In their expectations, unless they could get close to the divine authority related to 'souls,' 'memories,' and 'minds,' at the very least they would need to complete a soul transformation and reach a legendary existence in the realm of minds before they could possibly accept such modifications.

Even so, it would cause their minds to irreversibly become chaotic and collapse.

Although their expectations were never verified, they couldn't possibly conduct the verification... After all, such existences were rare in the entire mortal realm, and it was impossible to use themselves as test subjects.

So after studying the sacred power granted to the Godhood Practitioners by the Goddess of Beauty, the wizards with spells like [Charm Humans] had long since ceased similar research.

At least until then, their research into souls and memories wasn't aimed at desecrating the divine, but merely to pry open the door to immortality.

Therefore, Chiron finally believed their explanation, only making Erwin sign a devil contract that the Goddess of the Magic Net had somehow obtained, promising never to restart this research.

"Words can lie, but contracts do not. Even my teacher admitted that the devil contract has a binding force on non-divine beings, so he couldn't break free from it..."

With this in mind, Chiron opened the secret passage and entered the dark doorway leading to the depths of the underground palace.

As they walked through the long stone corridor, candles lit up without any fire.

The tall Archbishop trailing behind, his silver-gray hair cascading over his shoulders, frowned slightly.

He vaguely smelled that special scent, not the rancid smell of burning animal fat, but a faint and refreshing fragrance.

"Is this the special lamp oil synthesized by the wizards?"

He searched his mind but couldn't identify the source of the fuel, so the young man simply asked.

Even before him, the tall silhouette of the centaur didn't recognize the oil either, but a sense of foreboding arose in Chiron's heart.

"I don't know either... Maybe it's some new technology."

Responding honestly, the centaur continued forward.

Clip-clop—

Hooves stepped on the ground, and they didn't know how long they had walked in the stone corridor. At this moment, the centaur felt as if seconds were like years.

Only when the bend was in sight did his steps finally stop... Just around the corner, and perhaps the true secret of this underground palace would be revealed.

Hesitating for two seconds, Chiron wavered.

But under the calm and increasingly deep gaze of the person behind him, he ultimately took a step forward, rounding the final obstacle.

"Archbishop, it should be here—"

Taking a deep breath, the centaur was about to speak, but his voice halted abruptly.

His tall body froze in place, but behind him, the young man seemed as usual.

"How is it?"

Taking a step forward, the Archbishop still smiled.

"Hecate's student... What did you see?"

Sss—

He snuffed out the divine eye, his tone icy and curt.

Yes, they were spellcasters, not mortals who could only observe with their eyes. Chiron was unwilling to accept 'reality' prematurely, but that didn't mean everyone was like him.

Even though Godhood Practitioners did not pursue soul power like wizards, as one of the strongest divine magic controllers of the era, the young man had released his 'eye' shortly after entering the underground palace and saw the secret hidden deep within.

A cluster of star light, long since losing its form, hovered in the center of the underground palace, all bindings it once had already gone; the divine aura of godhood and authority still loomed, but in front of it, only a thin contract document lay on the desk.

The star light shone upon endless white bones, but the rules of order had shattered the last resistance of this exhausted deity.

The God of the Stars Astraeus, his divine body was directly destroyed, turning him into a state akin to eternal sleep.

Even though his inherent godhood continuously provided him with divine power, as long as the wounds from the law's backlash were not healed, he wouldn't wake up.

Of course, for him, this might be the slumber he longed for day and night... But for Chiron, who witnessed this scene, it was a shock to the soul.

"A true... god..."

The centaur murmured to himself, while beside him, the young man raised his hand slightly, summoning the contract from the desk.

The ink was not yet dry, this special ink seemed to have a life of its own, enduring a century while still appearing freshly written, making it impossible to discern the specific year.