"What do you mean, my liege?" the gray-haired woman asked, curious.
Reymon smirked.
"What if most of us become strong enough—before the Tree Devils arrive—that we no longer feel despair even if we are trapped inside a Devil's Den?
"How would those bastards raise their levels when there are practically no negative emotions to act as a fuel? Now do you guys understand why I want to raise the martial arts standards of all of us Sharangians as a whole?"
Reymon spoke and shook his head before coming back to the main topic. "Anyway, I was just digressing. About these otherworldly artifacts–"
He raised his hand, letting the silver ring shimmer faintly as if reacting to his words.
"The Tree Devils—and possibly that man Aksai as well—use this kind of power. It allows them to cast what we once called 'sorcery' or 'demon magic.' It's not magic in the way our ancestors imagined it.
