Chapter 598
The four of them emerged from the underground storage of the club building, where Dettomorian had been, and made their way back to the Royal Class dormitory.
Their initial goal was to find out if the heretics’ rituals in the refugee camp could truly turn the remains of saints into undead.
Was it really that easy to turn the remains of saints into undead? They had asked the sorcerer about it, but instead of an answer, Ludwig had unexpectedly heard a prophecy about his own death.
When Ludwig refused to be deterred by his prophecy, Dettomorian, seemingly resigned, had offered a cryptic hint: “Find Ashir.”
Ashir was already dead. What could that possibly have to do with their current situation? The connection was so tenuous that it was impossible to grasp its meaning.
“That guy... He’s completely insane,” Heinrich muttered, frowning in disgust at the unsettling talk of death without any clear explanation. He wasn’t particularly close to Dettomorian.
“No, Heinrich, Detto... He was trying to warn me. You know that.”
“If he knows something, shouldn’t he offer a proper explanation? He needs to tell us what’s going to happen. Just throwing out cryptic hints like that seems more like a provocation. There’s no point in overthinking or believing what he says. Just ignore him. He’s just a lunatic. Do you think it’s the first time I’ve seen someone lose their mind because of the war? You know what I’m talking about, right?”
They had all been on the front lines. They knew how common it was for people to lose their sanity amidst the horrors of war.
How many had gone mad from the death of comrades, the chaos of battle, the agony of injuries, and the terror of monsters?
Countless people had been broken so badly that they could no longer wield a weapon, let alone live a normal life.
All four of them had witnessed the madness of war and those who had succumbed to it.