161 – Another Magic Circle
It's been a few days since I arrived at the Ascaind nation's capital. I have to teleport first to the nearest point from Durcia to this country and then travel manually.
On that trip, I learned that the news of the prophet's disappearance had spread widely, and it caused great panic. People have even fled from their homes far away to other countries. They hope to escape from the dark age to come.
Well, it's useless because I'm going to rule this whole world, though.
"She still hasn't woken up yet?" Ayre entered the room I was in and came over to me, who was sitting on a chair.
"Yeah." I kept looking at the prophet still lying on a bed.
Yes, they are crying over the loss of Velvet, even though the prophet is in this capital, hidden in a basement belonging to a noble who worships me. The officials wouldn't be able to inspect the house of a high-status person in detail.
Sometimes I want to laugh at things like this. Tricking those people is something fun.