Chapter-170

Sin's reaction was profound. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, a respite from the horrors that had unfolded in the chamber. It was a moment of contemplation, a pause to absorb the gravity of what they had discovered. In that fleeting second, Sin's mind worked tirelessly to connect the dots and uncover the truth behind the enigmatic Mangeur D'os Tribe.

And then, as his eyes opened once more, the revelation struck him with a clarity that sent a shiver down his spine. The meaning of the Mangeur D'os Tribe, hidden in plain sight, became glaringly evident. The name itself, when translated, meant the "Man-Eating Tribe." They were not just grotesque entities driven by a base hunger for flesh; they were a tribe with a chilling history of cannibalism, consuming the flesh of their own species.

With this revelation, the true nature of the ghouls and the horrors that surrounded them became painfully clear. Sin, his voice laced with a mix of apprehension and dread, posed a question that weighed heavily on their hearts: "Have you eaten Lita too?"

The cavernous chamber seemed to hold its breath, awaiting Lobias's response to this haunting inquiry. The fate of Lita, one of their own, hung in the balance, and the answer to this question would determine the course of their journey and the depth of the darkness that awaited them.

Lobias, still wracked with pain from the electrical shocks and the torment of his admission, hesitated for a moment. The truth was a heavy burden, one that he was now compelled to share.

Lobias's response carried a revelation that veered into unexpected territory. With a sense of urgency, he denied any involvement in Lita's disappearance into the clutches of the Mangeur D'os Tribe. According to Lobias, Lita was not among the dead body that they had encountered in the chamber. Instead, she was said to be with the main branch of their tribe.

Sin, ever vigilant and cautious, could not help but entertain the notion that Lobias might be luring him into a trap, a cunning ploy to lead him to the heart of the tribe and subsequently incapacitate or eliminate him. Sin's experience had taught him to trust his instincts and the cold calculations of logic, and the possibility of deception was not one to be dismissed lightly.

Fixing Lobias with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the veil of his intentions, Sin posed a pointed question, his voice edged with skepticism, "Are you leading us into your tribe's territory to trap us and, ultimately, to take our lives?"

Lobias, now thoroughly aware of the gravity of the situation and the icy resolve in Sin's eyes, hastened to disavow any such malevolent intent. Panic flickered in Lobias's eyes as he emphatically denied the notion of an ambush. He was keenly aware that Sin's judgment could be swift and unyielding, and the consequences of deception at this moment were dire.

With a trembling voice and a desperation born of survival, Lobias clarified the reason behind Lita's fate. She had been taken to the tribe not as a victim of their cannibalistic tendencies but as a prospective bride. The unsettling revelation sent shockwaves through those who heard it, Sin and his companions included.

According to Lobias, the Mangeur D'os Tribe had deemed Lita a suitable match for the current Count of the Murmur family. It was a fate that was both unexpected and bizarre, given the tribe's gruesome reputation. Lita, a friend and ally, had become an unwitting pawn in a twisted game of power and alliances.

Sin's mind raced as he processed this revelation, struggling to reconcile the image of the ghouls with their grotesque practices and the notion of Lita being offered as a bride to a figure of authority within their tribe. It was a puzzle with pieces that defied conventional logic, and Sin knew that they had only scratched the surface of the mysteries that lay before them.

As Lobias's words revealed the unexpected twist in Lita's fate, Sin's mind raced with a sense of clarity that transcended the immediate situation. The name "Murmur," so casually mentioned as the title of the Count by the Mangeur D'os Tribe, bore a significance that stretched beyond the confines of the cavernous chamber. It was a name that resonated with ominous undertones, and Sin recognized it as a reference to one of the devils of myth and legend from Earth.

With a subtle but unmistakable sense of recognition dawning upon him, Sin posed a question to Lobias, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension, "Do you mean Murmur as in one of the Counts of devils?" The significance of such a revelation was not lost on Sin, and his inquiry carried the weight of understanding the depths of their adversary's power and influence.

Lobias, his countenance still marked by pain and trepidation, offered a nod of confirmation in response to Sin's question. It was a subtle acknowledgment of the dark forces at play within the tribe and the unsettling alliance that had been formed between the grotesque entities and the otherworldly beings of myth.

Sin recognized the importance of the information he had acquired. The name Murmur was not merely a title; it was a connection to a realm of malevolent beings that transcended the realm of human understanding. The implications of this revelation were vast and foreboding, painting a picture of a world where the lines between myth and reality blurred in unsettling ways.

With a sense of purpose, Sin continued his line of questioning. The fate of Lita was now tied to the knowledge they sought, and Sin was determined to unravel the mysteries that surrounded her disappearance. He made an offer to Lobias, one that carried the weight of potential salvation.

Sin asked the address of the Mangeur D'os Tribe's location, a crucial piece of information that could pave the way for their rescue mission. In exchange for this vital information, Sin offered a promise—he would allow Lobias to go free, granting him a chance at survival amidst the darkness that had engulfed their world.