Chapter 133: Twilight_2

They were all alerted by the surge of energy that had erupted here in just a moment, but when they arrived, the two of them saw only the corpses that had fallen from on high, the dying who were still moaning in pain, the craftsmen who had survived the calamity, and the damaged temple at the top.

"What happened here?"

Standing on a ground littered with debris, Clytius's expression was somber. At his inquiry, someone soon stood out from the crowd and related to him what had just taken place.

"Father..."

Having likewise heard the full story, Tripdolimos turned to look at Clytius. He faintly noticed a trace of sorrow flicker across the face of the King of Eryxis, but he knew it was not for the dead and injured craftsmen.

"… it's alright, you stay here. Whatever has happened, you are the Chief Shepherd chosen by the Goddess, her spokesperson in the Mortal Realm."

"You should prioritize the affairs of the Goddess; everything else is trivial."