Steam Bun was the one that made the fenrir cub nervous. It had disappeared one day only to suddenly reappear like this. Philip stared at Steam Bun as it lay limply in Chi-Woo’s arms.

—Didn’t you tell me that it had something going on with Kabbalah?

“…I did, but why did you have to word it like that?” Chi-Woo asked, but Philip quickly went on to the next question.

—What has this guy been doing with Kabbalah?

“I don’t…know that either,” Chi-Woo answered.

—What? Why?

“Well, what happened was…”

***

During the time when the Demon Empire was preparing to invade Shalyh, Chi-Woo had gone to Kabbalah’s temple in secret knowing that their enemy was going to utilize the fact that their holy territory was still ‘incomplete’. Though Kabbalah appeared understanding after Chi-Woo explained the situation to her, Chi-Woo hadn’t felt good telling her this unfortunate news. After all, no matter how he worded it, he was essentially telling her the city no longer needed her protection when the White Horse General came.

Kabbalah had been a forgotten god and barely managed to hold her position again after thousands of years. And soon, she was going to be forgotten again.

“It can’t be helped,” Kabbalah said. “If people don’t need me.” She sounded surprisingly calm.

“Goddess Kabbalah, it’s not that we don’t need—”

“I don’t really resent you for it.” Kabbalah shook her head. She accepted her fate like someone who had experienced countless heartaches and separations already. “It’s just that whenever things like this happen, it makes me wonder…why was I formed...