After Colin had left, the silvery laboratory returned to its silence... and emptiness.
Nois's figure had disappeared without a trace at some point!
No one knew how much time had passed.
Suddenly, the space in front of the silvery experimental table distorted, and Nois's tall figure reemerged.
His expression was somber, his brows and eyes clouded with darkness.
He rubbed the manuscript paper in his hands and, after a long while, let out a deep sigh.
Colin's words, although somewhat inspiring, were just that—merely a bit of inspiration. The task of seeing through the Divine's disguise of the Faith Line was still not a simple matter.
"Perhaps I could seek help from the people of the True Knowledge Society?" he murmured to himself,
But soon after, Nois shook his head, muttering quietly,
"The short-sighted old fools in the Family wouldn't agree."
