So, contracts and such, to Rogel, are almost nothing more than waste paper.

But Rogel still wants to find Doyle Devis.

This guy, where exactly is he now, and what exactly is he plotting?

While Rogel was conversing with Noemi, a few other members of the Devis Clan who had been notified also arrived.

He was dressed rather lavishly, hurriedly approached Rogel, and began to introduce himself with respect and caution.

A Deputy!

Even in the entire Mire of Decay, such individuals are rare, and now he has sought out their Devis Clan, it’s no wonder he reacted this way.

"Doyle Devis."

"Have you heard of this name?"

Rogel did not beat around the bush and inquired directly.

The person who received Rogel frowned immediately upon hearing, but after a moment, it seemed that they did not recall any memory related to the name.

"Doyle Devis?"

"...I’m sorry, sir, there’s no such person in our clan, and we haven’t heard of him..."

A middle-aged man who seemed relatively older shook his head.

Rogel kept observing their expressions.

The power of fear also allowed him to sense parts of their psychology to some extent.

However, he did not perceive any intense panic or fear from them.

There were some fluctuations, but it was not the kind of emotional fluctuation that signals concealment.

It seems they really haven’t heard of it.

"...Then how did your clan come about?"

Rogel frowned, although he had anticipated this, he still felt that this Devis clan must have some connection with Doyle.

Everyone was taken aback by his words.

"Doyle Devis, he was a child from a branch line of our Devis Clan..."

But at this moment, an elderly person in simple attire slowly walked over.

Upon hearing this, Rogel squinted slightly and looked toward the newcomer.

"Who are you?"

In an instant, everyone could feel a tsunami-like pressure.

This made cold sweat break out on their foreheads.

However, the old man remained unperturbed, very calm, and did not answer Rogel’s question.

"He has long since passed away."

It’s not that he was exceptionally strong but rather composed enough to face such pressure directly.

Upon hearing this, Rogel’s eyebrows furrowed once more.

Dead? What kind of situation is this?

"Can you tell me specifically about his situation?"

Rogel took a deep breath and said to the old man in front of him.

The old man nodded, didn’t beat around the bush, and candidly narrated the story of Doyle Devis to Rogel.

Besides, there was also an important history of the Devis family.

...

"Doyle, you are the most capable among the younger generation of our Devis Clan, you are our hope, quickly leave with the fleet!"

Svika, in his thirties, scolded the young man in front of him sternly.

"Uncle Svika." Doyle smiled while evacuating family members and civilians, responding, "Those with ability should bear more responsibility, should they not?"

Svika was momentarily speechless by these words, but then became somewhat furious.

"Now is not the time to be willful, the Northern Church of the Churches have already gathered believers’ troops to sweep south, we’ve lost many ancestors, fighting head-on offers no hope at all."

"If you dawdle any longer, I’ll have you locked up, you believe it or not?"

"You don’t have that kind of power, Uncle Svika." Doyle shrugged, continuing to help evacuate civilians and family members.

"You brat!"

Svika gritted his teeth.

...

"All major churches have now completely occupied the major sea areas, some families, led by the Treffi Clan, have already bowed to the Extreme Night Stars..."

"Now, there is even talk within the United Church, they plan to rename the entire sea area to... Sea of Confession."

Bam!

Svika slammed his fist on the table, furious beyond belief.

"Confession? Confess your mother, these churches are clearly shameless invaders, deceiving people’s hearts, doing shameful deeds in secret, what right do they have to make us confess?"

Svika’s fury did not elicit any resonance.

The people around fell into a deathly silence.

However, at this time, there was a bit of good news.

"...On the Eclipse Organization’s side, there is an outstanding alchemist, who has researched many new usable formulas."

"Moreover, at the border, a place has been found for us to rest and recuperate, called the Mire of Decay."

"Doyle also took down a Spirit of Faith."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone finally eased a bit.

"This kid Doyle, well done, good job."

...

"Svika, Doyle, he..."

"What happened? Speak!"

"...The Eclipse’s side is also nearly wiped out, Doyle has been captured, and soon, he will be executed by fire in the square..."

"Damn! Damn the Extreme Night Church!"

"Quickly call the people, we must rescue Doyle!"

Svika was furious, gritting his teeth.

However, his proposal was mostly rejected.

"No, absolutely not."

"The reason they are publicly executing Doyle is precisely to draw us out, the organization’s strength is already depleted, we definitely can’t risk it anymore!"

"Yes, Doyle must have been prepared for this!"

Bam—

Svika slapped the table once more, coldly scanning everyone around him, angrily shouted, "A bunch of cowards fearing death and schemers!"

"Have you all forgotten how much Doyle and the Eclipse have done for us?"

"Extraordinary plants, monster materials, even information on the churches... which one was not brought back risking life and limb?"

"Now that the Eclipse Organization is in peril, you all cower back like turtles, and call it... preserving strength..."

After leaving these words, Svika angrily left.

"In my opinion, if the Eclipse perishes, then there will be no more Extraordinary among humans, left will be only a bunch of confessors and turtles hiding their heads in the sand!"

The expressions of the crowd were unsightly, but they remained silent.

...

On the square.

In a corner of the crowd.

Svika watched the young man on the fire platform, his eyes were slightly red, his expression silent, trembling as he held a notebook.

The young man on the fire platform, although not looking at him, his eyes were full of smiles and tranquility.

This notebook in his hands continuously revealed one sentence after another.

"Don’t waste your efforts, Uncle Svika, there are more hidden believers and knights around than civilians, I can’t even dare to look at you one last time..."

"Before I die, I need to tell you something through this notebook."

"Whether it’s the Extreme Night Stars or other churches, as I expected, in their quest for power, they touched upon the forbidden..."

"This makes it utterly impossible for them to engage in an equal ’transaction’ with the believers."

"No matter who you are, as long as your power is weaker than theirs, you’re regarded as pigs and dogs."

"No matter how bleak the future seems, saving humanity, through Magic Potion Extraordinary and devout prayer, ultimately becomes nothing more than a plaything..."

"This path is dangerous and full of thorns, countless pioneers have fallen, and now, I am about to die too..."

"However, at least it confirms one thing..."

At this point.

The young man on the fire platform suddenly burst into laughter, frightening the believers below who were lighting the fire.

He spoke.

But this time, it was not the words appearing in the notebook.

It came from Doyle Devis, this young man’s final shout as he stood on the verge of death on the fire platform.

"Hahaha..."

"God..."

Doyle naturally was not a believer, but he called out to God before he died.

This prompted a believer below to sneer: "Realized at the last moment, too late!"

But Doyle simply ignored him.

Instead, after a burst of hearty laughter, he raised his face, obscured by disheveled hair, glaring intensely at the sky, murmured a sentence.

"God..."

"You are afraid."

His voice carried immense certainty.

Boom!

The flames surged up.

Doyle Devis slowly closed his eyes, quietly listening to the burning of his blood, his flesh roasting.

In a dazed state, on the verge of life and death, his lips moved as if he were saying something.

On the notebook in Svika’s hand, words surfaced and glided along.

"...This might be the only true sentence you have ever said..."