To Lord Ethan, personally.
The page of the adventure book contained such words.
As Ethan's fingers touched these words, flashes of scenes instantly flooded into his mind, scenes he once saw in Sincaro the Demon King's library, standing on a lone rock amidst the ocean, where the sound of crashing waves against the rocks below echoed.
Looking around, a whirlpool dominated his view.
But this time he was not alone; many unfamiliar figures appeared on the lone rock. He recognized one among them; the distinctive golden mask stood out in the crowd, and among them, a man in a mage's cloak holding a ruby magic wand. Though it was their first meeting, Ethan recognized him at first glance.
Merlin.
Unlike the fragments he had seen in King of Gold's memories, their style had completely adapted to this world; Ethan could easily deduce their chosen paths from their equipment and armed weapons.
In fact, the guild founders also followed the rules of this world.
