“…… The god of records and secrecy? ”

Annan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked rhetorically, "Isn't the Faceless Poet the god of funerals and records?" ”

The "crow" summoned by the old Vasily was the messenger of the Faceless Poet. The impact required to summon the Raven is the "Remnant of the Silent Burial".

Speaking of which, the coat of arms of the Gerant's family seems to be a crow as well......

"It's a secret, Your Highness Annan."

Nolan smiled.

"—Actually, there is no such thing as a 'funeral' in the priesthood of the Faceless Poet. There is no funeral god in this world.

"You must know that the 'funeral' is the 'gift of farewell to the dead', which is very close to the core area of the bone-burying mother-in-law, and even the bone-burying church itself has a funeral ritual.

It is impossible for a person who is not a bone-buried woman to be allowed to hold this truth...... It is not even possible to get it from the Book of Truth. Because the 'funeral' was born before the first civilization was fully enlightened and the custom of 'burying bones' was just mastered. And the Faceless Poet, though very old, is not old enough to do so......

"The Faceless Poet is considered by the Christians to be the god of funerals because he produces the 'remnants of the silent funeral'. But in reality, the focus is not on the funeral itself, but on the observation and silence.

"This 'silence' is the manifestation of the realm of secrecy – the faceless poet is the founder of the transcendent tradition of the 'secrecy keeper'...... He became a god because of this, and all His followers are to keep it a secret for Him. ”

I see.

Annan understood.

Is the existence of the truth of "keeping secrets" itself "kept secret" by believers......

This is an excellent and lasting means of consolidating the truth.

It is much better than the skeleton man letting the believers betray others, and it is much better than the rotten man letting the believers castrate themselves.

But Annan soon realized that something was wrong.

“…… So why can you tell me about it? ”

He was not a believer in the Faceless Poet.

Just a little ask, and then answer...... Is this really a secret?

In the face of Annan's question, old Nolan replied calmly: "On the one hand, it is because 'keeping secrets' itself is a contradictory truth.

"If you want to 'keep secrets,' you have to get secrets, and getting secrets itself is in conflict with the 'secrets' of the previous generation of secret holders.

"Secret, therefore, lies in the act itself, not in the result; The more people who know the secret and are willing to remain silent about it, the greater the power of our Lord will be. ”

“…… On the other hand, it is a command from the Faceless Poet himself, who told me to do my best to protect you. ”

Nolan smiled and replied gently, "So a considerable part of your worries are actually unnecessary...... I did strike at Her Highness Kaphni's idea before. But we at the Geraint family will do our best to keep you safe in the royal capital.

"—Of course, if you are willing for us to 'protect Her Highness Kaphni as you protect you,' then we will obey this order as well."

The old man promised.

…… What the?

Why did the Faceless Poet do this?

Annan frowned in confusion.

He didn't remember any connection he had with the Faceless Poet.

The only thing he remembered about having a relationship with the Faceling Poet seemed to be the Raven who had taken the player out of him......

Can this also be considered an acquaintance?

Isn't that a bad fate?

Annan fell into deep thought.

"Gah! Ga! ”

At that moment, Annan heard a loud crow chirping from outside the house.

It even pierced the walls of the basement and reached Annan's ears.

At the same time as hearing the crow's chirp, Annan felt a strange vibration coming from the tips of his fingers, which quickly spread to the skin of his arms.

It's like touching a buzzing machine with your hands. The soreness was accompanied by a very clear warm current, which quickly flowed through Annan's body.

It was as if some invisible force was flowing through Annan's body...... The musculoskeletal blood vessels all over his body were carefully turned out and examined.

By the time this power flowed from Annan's fingertips to the soles of his feet, it turned into a very comfortable, even slightly sleepy warmth. It's like curling up in a ball after being wet in the rain and drying yourself by the fire.

[You have received a gift from the Faceless Poet, and the Strength, Agility, and Constitution attributes obtained by training before 20 o'clock will require -30% of the training time]

[You have received the new marker "Higher Influence: Faceless Raven's Song"]

[If not removed in time, you will fall into a random nightmare with the keyword "record" (difficulty: distorted) after seven days.] 】

Annan suddenly saw that in the gap in the basement door, countless black liquids flowed from the outside to the inside.

The strange sense of oppression became clearer and clearer—

Annan was finally confirmed.

This is exactly how I felt when I first saw the skeleton...... The very clear sense of abnormality when you first come into contact with the true body of a false god.

The strange thing is that when I come into contact with the righteous gods, I am not so nervous.

The liquid flows into the room and then comes back together. It becomes viscous at a speed visible to the naked eye, piling up Chéng Rén shapes.

"Good...... Long...... I don't see ......."

The voice of the black humanoid was viscous and muddy, as if multiple different voices were sounding at the same time, and flickering and flickering like a TV image with a bad signal.

…… Odd.

How is it a bit like Vatore's ...... How does it feel to be a senior sister?

One such thought popped up in Annan's mind.

In the face of this strange black figure, Nolan took Eugene to get up from the sofa, respectfully touched his chest with his hand, and bowed quietly to it.

It took about two seconds for the black mud to converge on the Chéng Rén shape.

She looked very short - about 1.45 meters, with no clothes on her body, only long satin hair hanging down like a black waterfall behind her, wrapped around her body like a living monster, like a wriggling robe, completely covering her body.

The only ornament is a black crow mask hanging from her face.

"Long time no see, Annan!"

Contrary to her young figure, the young girl full of strange magic made a bright, high-pitched but not so pleasant voice: "I almost forgot what kind of body I should use to greet you!"

"Why did you come to Noah without notifying me?"

"Faceless Poet...... ? ”

Annan whispered "Him" by name.

Just being able to appear in the heavily defended basement of the Geraint family in a bright light and make Nolan not feel nervous is not much.

Seeing Nolan's respectful expression now, his identity has long been revealed.

The problem, however, ......

Annan doesn't know Him at all?

He had never even seen Him!

And the Faceless Poet is so familiar with himself......

…… Could it be that it was Annan in the past who became attached to this false god?