Lina’s words undoubtedly provided everyone with a new perspective.

It wasn’t Rogel’s fault or anyone else’s.

After all, this was a mad wizard right in front of their eyes, and in most people’s understanding and according to rumors, these individuals usually engage in horrifying and evil deeds to create something unrealistic...

This stereotype led them to initially interpret the meaning of "death’s descent" as "death descends here."

But in reality, why can’t it mean that by means of death, it descends elsewhere?

"But... why did she go mad?"

"Is it related to this ritual?"

Rogel stroked his chin as he approached the ritual array.

He noticed the purple candle, and suddenly had a flash of insight.

Purple candle, the power to communicate with souls...

Could it be that this person became like this because she has no soul?

Thinking of this, Rogel quickly turned around: "Do any of you have a way to check if this mad wizard’s soul is still there?"

He asked everyone, but he was actually looking at Mira.

Seeing this, Mira shrugged, said nothing, and stepped forward, slowly closing her eyes.

As a Secret Officer, she did indeed have this ability.

Before long, she furrowed her brow slightly and said to Rogel, "Strangely... her soul seems to be... merely a fragment left."

"Hmm... like a small piece of a cookie crumbled away, perhaps the reason for her madness... Due to an extremely fragmented soul, she can only perform low-level intellectual actions..."

The soul was not completely dissipated!

But most of her soul was missing.

Why was that?

Rogel couldn’t figure it out.

After a moment, he was somewhat helpless, realizing there wasn’t much more he could do.

He was only here to check things out because he was attacked; since there was no clue, there was no need to delve deeper to find the truth.

Better to gather useful things and then leave.

With this thought, Rogel intended to speak.

However, Lina, who was lost in thought, suddenly spoke, seemingly talking to herself: "She still wants to return here... wants to use this fragment of her soul to anchor."

"?"

Rogel looked at her, feeling a bit confused as he had clearly heard Lina’s muttered words: "Do you know her purpose? What is anchoring?"

"Uh... what?" Lina seemed to snap out of it upon being called by Rogel, then replied after returning to her senses, "I don’t know either."

"Are you okay?"

Rogel felt that something was off about her, and examined her closely, even checking her information panel, but found nothing.

She appeared normal.

"...I’m fine, I must have just been a bit lost in thought."

Lina shook her head.

"...Then let’s go."

"We should take what useful items we can."

Seeing this, Rogel decided to leave it at that and was about to leave this place for now.

After returning, he would use the Power of Faith from Heisatan to seek answers about this situation and Lina’s odd behavior.

Rogel silently made a note of it in his mind.

He wasn’t going to pretend none of this had happened.

...

"Magre...la?"

"Yes."

"And how about a broader range, like in which sea area is it located?"

"Weston Sea Area."

"Even broader?"

"The Sea of Confession."

"Anything else?"

"I don’t know, beyond the Sea of Confession is the border fog."

The female monk dressed in Black Tide Secret Society’s Monk Robe patiently explained to the man in front of her.

The man was pallid, wrapped in bandages, with white hair, red vertical pupils that appeared cold, slightly pointed ears, and handsome features.

He seemed a bit lost in thought, as if pondering something.

But he quickly regained his composure, addressing the female believer in front of him: "Thank you for saving me."

"I’m Hudson."

"I’m Anda, a nun of the Black Tide Secret Society... Actually, you don’t need to thank me; it was Bishop Sharo who ordered your rescue... Hmm, you should also thank the Master of the Black Tide."

Anda smiled slightly, speaking softly.

"Black Tide Secret Society?" Hudson frowned: "Are you a church? Believers?"

Seeing this, Anda quickly gestured for him not to worry: "You don’t have to worry; Bishop Sharo has already permitted you to stay temporarily in Magrela to recover, we won’t harm you..."

After saying this, she quietly added a sentence: "The Master of the Black Tide never does that..."

"...Alright." Oddly enough, Hudson listened and paused for a moment, then readily expressed his trust, continuing: "Bishop Sharo is...?"

"That’s me."

Before Hudson could finish speaking, a graceful woman in Black Tide Robe approached, her collar adorned with active black tentacles, appearing a bit eerie.

Beside her was a man, naturally it was Tariq.

"Bishop Sharo, Mr. Tariq."

Anda slightly bowed toward her with respect in her expression.

Sharo nodded, then approached Hudson.

"Extraordinary, where are you from, how did you get injured? Why did you end up here?"

The long busy work had molded Sharo to be direct and concise.

"Blood Sea... severely injured by a Viscount... I don’t even know why I drifted here."

Hudson also disliked saying unnecessary words, answering her question succinctly.

"Blood Sea... Are you a member of the Blood Race?"

Sharo didn’t immediately reply; it was Tariq who furrowed his brow with some shock, shaking his head in self-denial after speaking.

"Impossible... How could a member of the Blood Race consume a magic potion to become an Extraordinary?"

Before Hudson awoke, someone had already determined his status as an Extraordinary through Mark identification.

Now though, Tariq heard the terms "Blood Sea" and "Viscount" mentioned by him.

Regarding the Blood Sea, Tariq knew a little, the most impressive thing about them being their unique promotion system.

Apparently, the titles are allocated based on bloodline concentration and strength, starting from Baron up to Duke...

In any case, corresponding quite similarly to the tiers of the Extraordinary and Believers.

Another worth mentioning is their high pursuit of their bloodline purity, while having great confidence in their extraordinary system.

Anyway, all external matters are heresy in their eyes... except the daily needed blood.

So, the attitude of such a race toward extraordinary magic potions is predictable, they absolutely wouldn’t accept it.

Yet, Hudson had characteristics of the Blood Race.

Undoubtedly strange.

Could it possibly be some extraordinary magic potion fused with Blood Race bloodline?

"...I’m not of the Blood Race, I was originally an exorcist."

Hudson responded with a calm expression.

Tariq didn’t reply, just observed his ears, eyes, and pallid face, then fell silent.

"Heal up, once recovered, you can accept some tasks on the island to earn money."

"But it’s best not to do anything overstepping."

Sharo nodded, giving a calm warning before turning to leave with Tariq.

"Uh...Mr. Hudson..."

Seeing Sharo and Tariq leave, Anda couldn’t help but speak.

At this moment, Hudson began to move his body, feeling his injuries.

Hearing Anda’s call, he turned to look at her: "What is it?"

"...Could you tell me... your story?"

Anda asked, unable to resist.

As a young girl who grew up in Magrela, she’d never left this place, full of curiosity about the outside world.

Hearing this, Hudson fell silent.

Seeing this, Anda thought he was displeased, and nervously said, "If there’s anything inconvenient or hard to say then..."

"I’m not good at telling stories."

Hudson said earnestly.

"..."

Anda was taken aback; she thought Hudson was unhappy, but it was because of this.

"It’s okay, as long as you’re willing to tell, I’m willing to listen!"

The young girl said excitedly.