The Primordial Slime had spoken of Liberators long before Lucien ever set foot in the Big World.
That was the name it used for humans who came from another world. People like him and Marie. Humans who it has granted cheats. Humans given freedom of action and true free will.
The Primordial Slime did not bind them, nor did it obligate them to become heroes.
Lucien's expression remained unchanged, but inwardly, something settled.
'So there were already many of them.'
They were not scattered reincarnates acting alone but enough to form an organization. And he had never known... until now.
The black-robed leader watched him closely before continuing.
"We are," he said, his voice lowering slightly, "the watchers of this world."
Lucien listened without interruption.
"We observe. We interfere only when necessary. When the Big World approaches a fate it cannot recover from… that is when our existence becomes known."
The gaze beneath the hood sharpened.
