Alice's eyes widened at the old man's words.
Ieshi Clan?
The legendary clan from the distant past.
The patriarch was still alive—and Souta was his grandson.
"Disaster is approaching, and the Imperium is preparing to combat it," Kryvon said, pausing to glance at Alice. "But I don't think it'll be enough. If we leave everything to the Imperium, it'll end just like last time."
He studied her for a moment before continuing, "From what you've said, my grandson is in danger. But unless it's a god, you have nothing to worry about. Instead, you should be concerned for yourself and your friends. If none of you are blessed by the Imperium, then there's a high chance you won't survive."
"What...?" Alice's eyes widened.
Kryvon's gaze remained steady. "My grandson won't die unless it directly involves a god—or something from that door. After all, he will become one of the blessed children, and I wanted to raise one myself.
