Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

She also wants to eat!

Rowena's words also made Ethan ponder. She's used to being carefree and doesn't like considering issues that make the team atmosphere awkward.

She glanced at Ethan.

First of all, it can be confirmed that no one in the Neseriel Sanctuary would ever call the Knight Lord "Old." For such audacious people, even before the Knight Lord descends with divine punishment, the angry Holy Hall Knight would have already wiped out the offender. But Ethan...

He's just too familiar, so familiar that upon meeting, you'd naturally ask each other what they plan to eat for dinner—they're at the level of buddies who can put their arms around each other's shoulders.

Thinking carefully, she indeed has never worshiped Ethan as a divine spirit in faith.

Ethan explained, "Bi'an is still a follower of the Knight Lord. I just utilized the mechanism left by Him. I don't possess the ability you imagine that easily turns others into saints."

Rowena was not yet disheartened; she shifted her attention to the Little Octopus who was watching the fun. Her face suddenly broke into a smile, and her voice involuntarily rose, acting cute and sensible, "Old Ai, is your mom here? I'd like to consult Him on some issues."

She suddenly remembered that Anapolis is a living Old God.

His existence even surpasses the Master of Tides!

So, by this logic, the God of Trickery, who stands alongside the Master of Tides, must be a level below the Old Gods, right?

The thigh is right by my side!

She floated through half her life without encountering a wise ruler. If Old An wouldn't abandon her, she'd be willing to become the God of the Deep Sea's chosen!

Ethan was shocked by this maneuver, "Rowena, how can you be so fickle!"

Although the followers of the God of Trickery don't have a saying about breaking vows, those who dare to openly betray are rare. They typically find a more powerful backer beforehand—like Old Ba, an Evil God.

She heard that witches and sorceresses evolved in just this way.

"As Old Sen would say, this is called job-hopping or transfer." Rowena justified, "Our company's boss is dead. Is it not reasonable for me to seek another path? Old Ai, help me with an introduction. I can drive, shop, haggle—I'm proficient in all sorts of daily life skills. Choosing me as a divine elect won't be a loss."

"Do you want to become an octopus face?"

Little Octopus frowned and stared at Rowena, issuing a majestic question.

This made her intake a cold breath, covering her face as she stepped back a bit, "Hiss, this won't do!"

She had seen Uerta and could only say that the aesthetics of the deep sea were really beyond her appreciation—blue skin, tentacle mouths, speaking while the tentacles kept wriggling. If Uerta hadn't come along with Ethan, she might have mistaken that octopus face for an Evil God's follower and sliced it off.

Rowena was not yet disheartened, peeking through fingers that covered her face, "Does it have to be an octopus face?"

"Of course not, I just think with your eloquence, the image might suit you better."

Old An was increasingly finding Ethan's team amusing, couldn't help but tease them, and Rowena was by far the most entertaining.

If placed a few eras ago, perhaps He would really share some of His power with this eloquent human girl.

But He knew Ethan was in the process of solving this problem.

Anapolis threw the topic back to Ethan, "Old Sen, raising the topic of Round Table Knights, you're not just trying to learn about history, are you?"

He had already guessed Ethan's intentions from the direction of Ethan's inquiries, which was also a subject of His interest.

The humans who teamed up to expel them from this world, what kind of legacy did they leave behind in this world? He remembers the Knight Lord, an eternally steadfast and reliable man, who came aboard a ship with others to Ophira, bringing news from the other side of the continent.

The God of Trickery Kadela was not present, yet His name was mentioned the most.

The plan to expel them seemed to be devised by this gloomy person who didn't like to show up.

After accepting Ethan's psychotherapy, Anapolis calmed down. If it had been his former self, even if those vermin were dead, He would've dug their bones out from the altar and ground them to dust.

For followers of the God of Trickery like Rowena, He would have unhesitatingly twisted her into the form she feared becoming the most.

Now, Anapolis felt like He had become an observer, and even after spending time with Aelium, He had absorbed some of the maternal glow Ethan spoke of.

Damn, He was becoming more and more gentle!

"There have been six Round Table Knights in total in the Holy Hall, corresponding exactly to the six epochs civilizations have undergone."

Ethan didn't believe the number mentioned by Bi'an was coincidental. The appearance of the last Round Table Knight, Palansi, precisely marked the beginning of the Empire. Coupled with the Divine Attendant's observed civilization decay period, Ethan speculated that the "outstanding contribution" proposed by the Knight Lord referred to those who advanced civilization's progression.

"Perhaps you should return to the Holy Hall sometime soon. You might hear something before the Knight Lord's statue like the other Round Table Knights did."

Every Round Table Knight had heard the Knight Lord's echo, which was both recognition and guidance.

Ethan felt this might have something to do with the unique geographical location of the Neseriel Sanctuary. It sits isolated on an island like a college, secluded from the world all year round. Every new recruit must train on the island until they are qualified to join the Kingdom Army.