Iolin was the god of the elves and lakes. Not only was she beautiful and caring, she was also kind enough to bless the warriors with courageous and elegant attitudes, even if they were not elves. The kingdom of elves had a tradition of crowning those who were blessed by Iolin.

Juan remembered Iolin’s final appearance.

“Yes, I do. After all, I strangled her with my own hands and drowned her. What about her?”

“Her remains are said to have sunk to the bottom of the lake, unable to rise up. Ever since then, that lake was filled with the corpses of dead spirits and mud, causing it to decay. The elves lost their long lifespan and they lost the blessing of the spirits.”

“Everyone knows about that story. But what does all that have to do with Dismas?”

“Doctrinal General Dismas pulled out her body from that lake.”

Juan fell silent upon hearing Pavan’s words. All the gods were special in their own ways, but all of them were the same to Juan—except Iolin.

Iolin was different in the sense that she was well-liked by humans, despite her status as a god. Perhaps this was due to her beauty, her nobility, and the way she easily sympathized with humans. Back then, Iolin had even offered to give Juan her blessing and protection, and then she gifted him a sword as a sign of recognizing him as the king of the kings.

Of course, that same sword sank to the bottom of the lake along with the remains of Iolin. Juan’s memory of Iolin’s face slowly turning blue, and the movement of her neck that was being choked in his hands was still...