"Belief," Stylin said. "This is an unusual ruler. He didn't believe in the sky or the sun. He believed in the earth and death."
"And then?"
"The story ends here," Stylin said.
Fannity turned in confusion.
Earlier, she heard that child's laughter again.
This made her feel that she was going crazy.
She looked around.
"Leader… Leader."
"Huh? What?"
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm fine." Fannity shook her head. "Can you tell what the significance is of these pictures my friend has sent me?"
"It should be the key point of this relic."
"What key point?"
"After I came in, I sensed that this relic isn't complete. I suspect that a portion of it isn't here."
"I still don't understand."
"The relic was cut apart by someone and moved to another place. The wall paintings here actually point to where the other part is."
"Moved to another place? How can such a big relic be moved?"
