“There is nothing special about it.”

This was the conclusion reached after a long interrogation of the blind swordsman, Cabelon. In fact, the expression that he was hosted as the guest of honor was a bit more accurate. Cabelon deserved such treatment. He had swung his sword at Kraugel, but he didn’t actually cause casualties and he was a rare transcendent. 

Lauel wanted to have a good relationship with him and Kraugel sympathized.

“Muller has been active much longer than is known to the world. There is absolutely no basis for Muller’s death...”

The content of Muller’s activities and thoughts, etcetera—the information provided by Cabelon wasn’t that different from the facts revealed by Grid and Kraugel so far. This didn’t mean that Cabelon’s information was insignificant. It was just that the information that Grid and Kraugel had collected was that great.

Weren’t they the Overgeared God and the Sword Saint? The quality and quantity of the information they acquired was far beyond the normal level.

“However, it isn’t that there are no results at all. We learned a bit about Muller’s tomb.”

Muller’s tomb wasn’t prepared by Muller himself, nor was it done by Cabelon, his self-proclaimed disciple. Who would dare to...