Lenly had thought that there would never come a day when he would agree with Imil, but this time, he agreed with Imil completely.

It was no illusion that Lenly felt as if the castle was alive—the Dragon Citadel was both inanimate and alive at the same time. Not only were there fluids flowing inside the building, but it also pulsated; it even ate or excreted at times.

At the same time, the building was moving as if it was unaffected by the laws of physics.

“Sir Bekelt said that we would never be able to understand or get used to this castle,” Lenly muttered.

“I think that the thing that we don’t understand is not this castle, but rather the world beyond the Crack. How can such a thing exist?”

Imil folded his arms as if he felt the chills at just the thought of the Crack.

Meanwhile, Lenly nodded.

“We will have to persuade His Majesty to deal with the Crack sternly when we meet him. Although the Order of Lindwurm has gained a lot of talented individuals, as well as many useful tools from the Crack, we can’t let these profane and incomprehensible things continue striding around.”

“Hmm. I understand your perspective, Sir Lenly. But it’s not something to be just ostracized, is it? The Dragon Citadel is certainly incomprehensible, but there is no malice in the castle itself. It’s no different from a sword owned by you if it is handled well.”

Lenly glared at Imil.

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