At Asgard... 

The only interest of the gods gathered in the great hall was Chiyou. This was until Zeratul, who was supposed to be in the Prison of Eternity, burst into the scene. 

How did he escape from the prison? This time, it wasn’t Grid’s fault. Grid was facing Chiyou on the surface. 

“Tell me.” 

The gods summoned a certain angel and questioned him. 

“Why did you open the lock?” 

“By what authority did a mere angel use to set the prisoner free?” 

The angel named by the gods as the culprit—he was particularly delicate and had a strange side to him. The halo above his head didn’t glow brightly, but changed colors from moment to moment. Every time the color changed, the energy it gave off also changed. So it was like one, but also many. He was silently dragged to be questioned by the gods and replied with a cocked head, “Magic is the power to give value to something that is worthless.” 

That was it. It was as if this was enough of an answer. The angel said this and shut his mouth. 

Some gods were making a fuss. They didn’t understand. There was even a god who...