What is death?
It is a purgatory where one cannot read, cannot write, cannot laugh or sorrow, even the strong, even the envoys of the gods must face death one day.
Believers may have envoys to guide them, but... in Constance's perception, even when falling into the abyss, he still doesn't see any envoys, no one to lead him, Constance screams silently in endless descent, until light appears again before him.
Awakened from death, Constance Federon, enduring the intense pain in his chest, turned around and saw the square-eared figure standing there... no, it wasn't Malin, though they all had square ears, this child's eyes were icy cold, the dagger in his hand still dripping blood, Constance's blood.
"I have no enmity with the Lord of Justice, you must be His Divine Envoy, why do you want to kill me!"
The Divine Arts repaired Constance's lungs, allowing him to speak, but the difference in class instinctively made him feel threatened, and the threat taught him to yield.
