"I don't get what's happening…'
Giving up internally, I looked at the pope. He was probably going to call off the marriage, or at least put it on hold because of this big mess.
"What the fu—" When I saw the look on the man's face, I realized that he was relishing the situation.
So many people were against our union, and it seemed even more were expressing their displeasure as more time passed.
'I don't know what this situation is meant to mean, but it makes no sense at all! I don't even understand how this will lead us to the Arcana.'
I kept trying to follow logic and rational thought in my thinking process, but everything was so random—almost as though an idiot came up with the script.
'According to Merlin, he made the Labyrinth Of Despair to challenge people who would be worthy to obtain the [Strength] Arcana… so that means whoever made this place is also an Apostle of Aether…'
Why he would generate a simulation like this was something I couldn't figure out.
