Huh? Are they all real?.

The great lord then came to his senses and said:

"Ah, ah, it should be to the west. Please come with me."

Before following the Highlord, Moen glanced at Mr. Conan and said:

"Mr. Conan, come over here too."

“Me? I seem to have been of little use in the past, Your Majesty.”

Mr. Conan was somewhat flattered by Moen's invitation.

Moen denied it:

"It's okay, I'll be right there."

"I understand, Your Majesty."

Mr. Conan dared not refuse Moen again.

He obediently followed behind the two of them.

Soon, led by the High Lord, Moen was brought to a small, closed room.

Before opening the door, the great lord asked somewhat anxiously:

"Your Majesty, I haven't seen this room before, so is this really alright?"

Knowing what he was worried about, Moen explained:

"This comes from your memory, but it is not reproduced from your memory. Your memory is just an anchor point for me to pull it back from the past to the present, so you don't need to worry about your problem."

"Is that so? Then I'll be relieved."

The Highlord made way, and Moen stepped forward and pushed open the tightly closed door.

There is no cover.

The secrets of this world are clearly etched on the wall.

Because this was originally intended for future generations to see, and this place is deep within the High Court.

There is no need for excessive precautions.

This straightforward answer, however, made both Moen and Mr. Conan look at the High Lord.

At this moment, the other person was also looking at the inscriptions carved on the wall, their eyebrows twitching incessantly.

What the Highlord told Mr. Conan was that as long as everyone in the world prays for the world's destruction, then a great fire will be set off and burn the entire world.

In his description, the fire left behind by Moen was an ultimate weapon used to destroy the world.

However, what was written on the wall was:

'That great man left behind a flame, saying it was a mistake to confine us to this cold, harsh world. Although he hasn't found a better solution yet.'

However, he still believed it was necessary to leave us a way out, to preserve our hope.

'So he hid this fire, filled with incredible power, deep within this world.'

That's the door to escape!

"That sir also said that under normal circumstances we cannot find that fire; for it to appear, at least half the world's population must simultaneously pray for its appearance."

'When fire appears before people, they can leave this world by jumping into it.'

'However, it's important to note that fire will burn everything except the soul—that is, the body, memories, and power!'

"My nephew and I both believe we should keep this a secret. It's a one-way ticket where people can't get an answer, and revealing it could easily cause widespread panic and unnecessary speculation."

"The point is, neither we nor that official can be absolutely certain that taking this step will prevent the 'prisoner' from escaping."

'But as that sage said, we cannot deprive people of their hope of leaving, so I have engraved everything here. What happens next is for future generations to decide!'

That's the truth about that ball of fire.

After looking at them one by one, Mr. Conan couldn't help but glance at the Great Lord beside him.

He still remembers asking the other party if there might have been a misunderstanding during the handover, and the other party laughed and said it was impossible, absolutely impossible.

The great lord, quite embarrassed, said:

"My uncle told me that it was a fire that would burn everything."

As he spoke, he couldn't hold back any longer and changed the subject:

"Given the influence of the Central Courtyard, I think there is no problem in having more than half of the people praying for the appearance of fire at the same time."

"But, sir, the problem is that this document says that the fire will burn everything, including memories, leaving only the soul."

"So does this actually work?"

After thinking it over, Moen nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, I'm just saying."

Moen turned to Mr. Conan, who had been standing behind him, and said:

"It's just a question of whether you're willing to go into the fire?"

Mr. Conan swallowed hard.

He knew he couldn't refuse, but he was still a little afraid.

After all, it sounds like suicide and could be very painful.

Then, if he loses all his memories, is he still himself?

This doesn't sound like simple amnesia, but rather like a complete rebirth.

With a gurgling sound in his throat, Mr. Conan subconsciously said:

"Your Majesty, I am willing to try for you, but are you really sure it will work? After all, you said in the document that everything except the soul will be burned!"

“I would be happy to help, but I’m more afraid that this will cause your plans to fail.”

Moen raised his hand and placed it on his shoulder, saying:

"I'm sure I can do that, but I need to get your opinion first."

"I can also assure you that you will receive a great reward afterward."

If only Mr. Conan could get back there.

Then Moen would have a way to send the message out.

The problem is that Moen doesn't know that going there means returning to the other side.

Is it the People's Union, or Baratheon, or somewhere else?

After all, the clues left in this room do not point to where to go.

However, Moen immediately thought that perhaps the place he should go to was the Human Alliance.

This is because the People's Federation is very likely the promised land originally promised.

Also because Air is in the People's League!

The way Aier left this world was probably through this channel she left behind.

It's just that in order to continue maintaining the normal operation of this world's belief system, she also found a way to preserve her divine body and uniqueness.

Seeing that Moen was so certain, he knew that he couldn't refuse Mr. Conan.

He could only wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and say:

“Then, then I am willing, Your Majesty.”

Moen didn't offer any words of comfort, but simply patted his shoulder encouragingly again:

"No matter what, I will always remember your contributions."

Mr. Conan, who barely managed to maintain his composure, intended to end the conversation there.

But before Moen turned around, he couldn't help but ask again:

"Your Majesty, is there any way for me to regain my memories?"

After careful consideration, Moen said:

"Theoretically, this should be fine, but I can't guarantee it, Mr. Conan."

Mr. Conan opened his mouth wide and said:

"Then why are you so sure you can get the message out through me?"

Mr. Conan's most optimistic idea was that Moen or the goddess over there had a way to restore his memories.

This solved the problem of sending messages.

“I cannot reveal the specific methods, and as for why I am certain that I can do it, it is both because I have no other choice and because you are a member of the Heather family, Mr. Conan.”

Throughout Moen's journey back, members of the Heather family appeared before him repeatedly, always playing the role of prisoners.

Moen felt that perhaps their existence was for this very moment!

"I don't quite understand, Your Majesty."

"Because I believe that the reason why the time travelers of your Heather family have always been prisoners is for this day. I apologize for this; perhaps I am the one who dragged you into this."

"Then, I will also assure you that I will do my best to compensate you and your family."

Mr. Conan didn't speak, but simply nodded to indicate that he understood.

-

As the Highlord had said, with the influence of Midgard, he easily summoned the people of the Seven Kingdoms to carry out his demands.

Beneath the hastily constructed altar were countless residents of the seven kingdoms who had been gathered there.

This is not all the people who participated in the prayer, but it is all that was able to gather here in a short period of time.

Many people are unclear about what exactly needs to be done.

They were simply following the instructions from the kingdom.

This is good for Moen and his team, because it means they won't have to worry about it too much.

Soon, the ceremony began, and people's prayers rang out.

Everyone in front of Moen was praying for the fire to appear.

Beside Moen was Mr. Conan, who was trying his best to appear composed.

However, the flame suddenly appeared in the center of the altar.

He was still startled.

Because he's the one who's going to jump in.

And then it happened so fast.

The eerie blue flames flickered and danced in the center of the altar.

Behind Mr. Conan, Moen walked up to him and said:

"Do you have any other questions?"

Mr. Conan lowered his head and smiled wryly:

“Your Majesty, I know I have no choice, and I know you are just saying this to me. These are the lessons I have learned from my upbringing and my experiences so far.”

"But I feel that you are not lying to me, and I feel that I should believe you."

At the very end, Mr. Conan looked up at Moen and said:

"Because it is very different from the Supreme Being as I understand it."

Moen could have easily avoided taking him to that small room.

After receiving the intelligence, he came to me and said he had found a way to leave safely.

Moreover, Moen could have simply thrown him into the fire without saying a word.

But none of this happened, and Moen told him everything out of great respect.

Moen clearly had many reasons not to choose this seemingly unnecessary and even foolish approach.

Moen smiled wryly at this: