Huh? Are they all real?.

For example, among the remnants of his later First Age, creations from the period when the Bewilders of the Third Age roamed were found.

For example, some unearthed stone slabs record him humming songs that were born thousands of years later.

For example, tomb raiders once found ancient minerals in the ruins of the dwarves in the Second Age, which seemed to have been left by them but were exhausted in the early Age of Gods.

Many scholars believe that these problems are due to misconceptions caused by other unforeseen circumstances.

For example, if creations from the time of the Lost Ones appear in the ruins of the First Age, it's possible that they were brought in by later people.

The songs that were born a thousand years later may just be a coincidence or a more straightforward example of ancient texts being used in modern times.

As for the ancient ore that was exhausted during the Age of Gods, it's even simpler; it might just be the Rose King's collection!

But regardless of who is telling the truth and who is lying, it doesn't change the fact that the Rose King is a king whose exact identity and whereabouts remain unknown to this day.

Even Rose Lorian, a true immortal, had only heard of her.

After saying that, Rose Lorian asked curiously:

"Or do you or Augustus have some other understanding of the Rose King?"

Elves are naturally immortal beings, but it is said that elves also have a lifespan that eventually comes to an end.

But to this day, no one has found a single elf who actually died of old age due to the exhaustion of their lifespan.

However, it is certain that even the high elves can die quickly in a short period of time because they lose hope for the future.

However, it was clearly not a natural death.

Therefore, many people feel that rather than saying elves are long-lived, it would be more accurate to say that they are immortal.

But because each elf possesses an incredibly long lifespan, they are the creatures in this world with the greatest thirst for knowledge and secrets.

As for the dragons, who are also known for their immortality, they reject and belittle knowledge from other races because of their arrogance.

"If possible, I hope you can tell me. Because I think if he comes back, he will definitely be very interested in this."

Since the Eternal King left, the Shadow Sun, who stood in place of the King to support the entire Elf race, has lost its own sun.

Everything that drove her afterward was solely for that reunion she herself had never hoped for.

The witch sensed the sincerity in Roselorian's heart, but she shook her head regretfully and said:

"I'm sorry, Lady Roselorian, I don't actually know much about the Rose King. I just subconsciously felt that he might be a possibility. However, if you really want to ask..."

"I think I can give you a deduction that I've only heard about."

"what?"

Rose Lorian not only slightly perked up her long ears, a hallmark of elves, but also took out a notebook from behind her to record it carefully.

Seeing this, the witch had no choice but to remind her again:

"Lady Roselorian, I have only heard about it. I cannot confirm the truth of this inference, nor can I even be sure if you know about it."

"It's alright, please go ahead."

Rose Lorian simply turned to the latest blank page of her journal and waited for the witch to begin her statement.

The witch stopped worrying and simply said:

"You should know that the doll pathway has existed since the beginning of creation, but the uniqueness of this pathway is such that no record of it being found has been found to this day."

“Normally, even if it were hidden in the spirit world, it should have been found by now. But the reality is that no one has discovered the uniqueness of the doll, or rather, the doll’s sequence number zero.”

Rose Lorian roughly guessed what she meant, and said with a hint of disbelief:

"But the Winter Path is the same."

"The Winter Path did not exist at the beginning of creation; it only fell in the middle of the Age of Gods. Moreover, the Winter Path has lost most of its characteristics, while the Doll has only lost its uniqueness."

As Rose Lorian recorded these notes in her journal, she exclaimed in surprise:

"So you think the Rose King is the king of dolls?"

"Yes, the most mysterious unique and the most mysterious king are a perfect match, aren't they?"

A very bold, yet exceptionally interesting and plausible deduction, but Rose Lorian still shook her head and said:

"But the three Sequence One properties and nine Sequence Two properties of the puppet pathway are not only all present, but we even know exactly where they are. If a puppet's Sequence Zero appears, shouldn't each of them lose one property?"

It's strange that a deity wanted to hide, and has been hiding for so long, but it's not impossible. However, if it's said that He succeeded solely through His uniqueness, then that goes against common sense.

It's like skipping the steps to godhood and becoming a god directly, something the eldest sons didn't do.

The witch chuckled and said:

"That's why I said it's just a deduction."

Upon hearing this, Rose Lorian, who had just finished writing the final stroke, closed her journal and smiled:

"You're absolutely right, I was just being too serious."

Looking at the smiling goddess in front of her, Rose Lorian felt that she should be able to get along well with her.

The frustration I felt when I encountered the other person earlier was probably just because I couldn't find the king.

But in the end, she still asked out of curiosity:

"Then may I ask who told you this conclusion?"

The witch lowered her gaze slightly.

There was no answer, but Rose Lorian already knew the answer.

"Sorry, I should have thought of that earlier."

The only one who could elicit such a reaction from a goddess is Augustus, or rather, the Saint Constantine from her memories.

"It's nothing, I just don't know how to face it."

This was the witch's true thought; after all, she genuinely didn't know how she would face those she had misled once Constantine made his public appearance.

Rose Lorian, however, simply hugged her and said:

"It's okay, it's okay. I know you might think I'm just talking without understanding the situation, but I still have to say it: if even I experienced a miracle, then perhaps you can too!"

As a pitiful goddess who had lost her king, Rose Lorian's feelings for witches were far more empathetic than any spiritual reminder.

Looking at the increasingly bewildered witch being held by her, Yggdrasil, who had gone from sitting on a branch to lying on it, shook her head with pity and said:

“Poor little Rose, and you actually feel sorry for her.”

Yggdrasil, who was resting his chin on the branches with both hands, suddenly raised his hand and made a slash.

As her movements ended.

The old royal palace, illuminated by the sacred tree, was occupied by her for a period of time.

She saved this scene.

The witch, being held by Rose Lorian, said rather awkwardly:

"Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, after all, I haven't really done anything. But, are you really not going to consider letting me replace our king?"

After careful consideration, the witch politely declined:

"If we really can't find the last king, please allow me to refuse your kindness, after all, what he wants is four kings to carry his coffin."

Seeing that the witch remained so insistent, Rose Lorian bowed and said:

"I understand now. Shall I see you off?"

The two goddesses decided to leave.

To their surprise, as soon as they stepped out of the old palace, the sacred tree overhead showered down countless rays of light.

"What's going on here?"

The witch clearly sensed that something was wrong.

Rose Lorian frowned deeply and said:

"That is the sacred tree conveying her voice to you."

"Holy tree?"

"Yes, she said he agreed!"

Rose Lorian's brows furrowed deeply as she said this.

She was definitely hiding something from me!

"Really? The Eternal King agreed?"

The witch was clearly unaware of the problem between the Sacred Tree and the Shadow Sun. She was simply delighted by the unexpected turn of events.

"Yes, you may now set off to inquire about the other three kings."

Rose Lorian's gaze was fixed entirely on the sacred tree above her head.

The witch beside her also realized that she should perhaps leave.

So she simply bowed slightly and said:

"Then I shall take my leave, Lady Roselorian."

Having said that, the witch, overjoyed, embarked on her journey to the New World.

-

In front of the dilapidated temple in that seaside fishing village.

The witch found the Holy Lance, which was being used to repair a stone statue.

"Hello, Lady Denise."

The witch glanced curiously at the numerous fragments beneath the feet of the Holy Lance Goddess, and at the circular marks that seemed to be remnants of some ritual.

What are you doing?

"what's the matter?"

Denise did not answer the witch; she simply turned and looked at her quietly.

Since the other party didn't want to answer, the witch cut straight to the point:

“I hope His Majesty the Lionheart will carry my coffin. Then, there are three other candidates, such as His Majesty the Sword and Shield King and His Majesty the Moon King, and His Majesty the Eternal King has already agreed.”

The witch's words plunged Denise into a deep silence.

Only when the witch standing before her began to feel uneasy did she ask, somewhat uncertainly:

"You mean you want my master to carry the coffin for your Augustus, and the Eternal King has already agreed?"

The witch didn't quite understand why the Holy Lance needed to confirm something.

Do you find it incredible that the Eternal King would agree?

But all she could do was repeat it again:

"Yes."

"You didn't lie to me?"

Extreme disbelief appeared in Holy Lance's eyes.

The witch reiterated once again:

“I didn’t lie to you. Lady Denise, is there something wrong? Won’t the Lionheart agree?”

How should I answer this?

It seems like no matter how I answer, it's wrong.

So Denise could only turn around and begin repairing the statue in front of her after a long silence.

But she also gave the only answer she could give:

"Aren't there two other people? Go ask them. If they agree too, I think I'll be fine on my end as well."

Does that count as an agreement?

With these thoughts in mind, the witch headed uncertainly toward the next goddess.

In the throne room of the Seven Hills, Darkmoon, who was cleaning the Iron Throne, also asked a question that the witch seemed to have heard before: