“We’ve finally found you—our guide. Please allow me to formally introduce myself again. I am Comet Drett, the last apostle of the goddess Blue Dawn Breeze.”0

“What?”0

The last apostle of the goddess Blue Dawn Breeze?0

His unexpected revelation struck me like a jolt of electricity, freezing my thoughts in place. I pushed through the mental haze, forcing myself to catch the significance of his words.0

So, the unassuming low-ranking mercenary Comet wasn’t a mercenary at all, but, in fact, the last apostle of the Goddess. Since that was the case, my real objective hadn’t been to protect the merchant leader or the slaves. I had to protect him.0

Thinking back to his earlier behavior, it now seemed more calculated than random. He had been unusually warm from the outset, constantly trying to engage me in conversation despite my curt replies.0

He even told me that peculiar story about the song.0

Everything clicked into place, like pieces of a floor-shaped puzzle.0

Wait. Wasn’t the last apostle of the goddess reported missing in this desert?0

Comet must have noticed the subtle change in my expression, for he quickly offered an apology, “I’m sorry for deceiving you. I have to conceal my identity to protect my secret mission."0

“Hold on. Didn’t you tell me the last apostle vanished here?”0

“Yes. That apostle was the previous...0