[I'm pulling you out of there,] Vatyra spoke urgently.
No... Don't do anything for now, Rael interjected. He knows I shouldn't be here, but instead of seizing me and bringing me to Solenne, he's openly interrogating me.
Basically, a man who was eternally loyal and obedient like a lapdog wouldn't do something like this, which led Rael down a different route.
"Pretty sure you might've found something if you looked deeper." Rael whistled. "But hey, I don't blame you—"
"I despise small talk," Roger cut him off. "Tell me, or I'll hand you over to the Goddess."
The moment he uttered those words, he pulled a black knife out of his inventory, holding it tightly in his grasp.
[Oh? The Blade of Harmony? How does that human have this?] Vatyra mused.
[Indeed... This is an ancient item from the age of the ancient primordials,] Gaia chimed in. [To own such an artifact, one must have deep connections, if you know what I mean.]
