“What…? What did you say?”0

Quenite doubted her ears for a moment; no one had ever spoken to her this way in her entire life.0

“I’m saying it’s not for someone like you, who isn’t even alive, to make decisions. And the courtesy extended to those who lived in previous generations ends here.”0

Quenite stared at Karyl, seemingly at a loss for words.0

“You didn’t make a soul contract with me, so I don’t know how much you can see about me. Honestly, though, I’m tired of life’s meaning myself.”0

Karyl crossed his arms. 0

“No, maybe I’m your senior in that regard.”0

“Huh… I can’t believe someone as reckless as you possesses the gauntlets with the spirit of Kalduan, the most serious of the three pillars,” Quenite murmured, shaking her pale head. Everything about her was mysterious, yet Karyl seemed strangely unimpressed.0

Although she was a renowned spiritualist who had left a significant mark on history, she was ultimately human. Karyl, having traversed time, could no longer look at things from a normal perspective. 0

“In the end, it’s just a turtle. Whether it’s serious or just slow, only it knows,” Karyl replied. “I know that the Five Great Artifacts of Blader are related to spirits. I thought I might get a clue about the power of Maktuun or his whereabouts, but...”0

He gestured...0