Huh? Are they all real?...

"Wang? That sounds a bit like the pronunciation of 'king.' What is it?"

Even the high sequence doesn't know?

Conan Heather was a little confused, but he quickly composed himself and asked:

"If you don't know what the king said, why did you specifically ask to take me away? Don't tell me you just dislike those people and want to cause them trouble?"

The other party shook their head and smiled:

"Of course not. I came to find you because the Grand Lord of Midgard specifically asked for your name."

At this point, the other person couldn't help but look at him curiously and said:

"The Great Lord says you are connected to the future of this world? But I don't see any potential in you!"

Conan Heather would very much like to say that she is the protagonist.

But he knew that this sentence meant the king behind him.

Chapter 392 Some Truths (4k)

"Then may I know what kind of person that Grand Lord of Midgard is?"

The man carrying three swords had stopped.

It was only at this moment that Conan Heather was surprised to discover that in such a short time, he had been led away by the other party to the point that he could no longer see the city where he had first emerged, nor could he see the two dragon corpses that he had seen before.

And he only discovered it now.

"The Great Lord is the only living person in the world who experienced this great war."

The man raised his chin and pointed to the giant spears and remains.

The only living person who experienced this great battle?

Conan Heather, her brow furrowed slightly, asked another question:

"I want to know if you have gods?"

"Gods? Of course, so why ask such a stupid question?"

Because God and King are one, but you do not know the concept of King.

That's why I doubted that you even have gods, but do you actually have them?

Conan Heather did not say this aloud.

He gave another answer:

"Then did your god not survive from that time?"

The man carrying three swords looked at him with great curiosity and smiled:

"You really are a strange person. This should be common knowledge for all of us, but you don't know it."

After saying that, he shrugged and said:

"Alright, I'll answer you. Gods have always existed. They are gods, kid. How could gods not exist?"

"Then the great lord can't be a god, right?"

He laughed even harder:

"Of course, so you want to ask, if that's the case, then why is it said that the Great Lord was the only survivor back then? Is that even a question? Kid, it's obviously because how can a god be confused with a mortal?"

That's it.

The Grand Lord of that central courtyard was indeed not a god.

At this point, the man carrying three swords suddenly said to him:

“Your words and perceptions are out of step with everything that exists. I initially thought you must be from some remote place. But I later investigated your background.”

“You don’t, that’s interesting. Your eyes tell me you really don’t know what I’m talking about.”

"And with all those weird terms you mentioned, kid, what's going on with you?"

Before Conan Heather could figure out how to answer...

He then asked himself a question and answered it himself, saying:

"The only explanation I can give is that either you're faking your madness, or you've changed your identity? You're not the person who lives in that remote village, are you?"

"So, this must be the reason why the Great Lord specifically requested to see you, right?"

The other person's wise eyes stared at Conan Heather with an unquestionable gaze.

After a moment of silence, Conan Heather truthfully stated:

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing his candor, the other party smiled and shook his head, saying:

"Don't be so formal. I don't have a good impression of people from that country, so I won't hold you accountable for usurping my place. Besides, we're about to head to the Central Court. Before that, do you have any questions?"

Conan Heather replied without hesitation:

"I heard music earlier today, do you know what it was?"

"The sound of a piano? Ah, I know. The answer you're looking for is in there!"

The man pointed to the massive mountain ahead, then followed the mountain upwards, rising above the clouds:

"That voice came from Highgarden. It has echoed in our memories since I, and all of us, have been able to remember it."

Conan Heather, realizing something, paused and said:

"Could that voice be from a deity?"

"Yes, the guardian of the seven kingdoms, the north wind of Mount Ling, the lord of Highgarden, our only faith. If it weren't for Him, who has been protecting us mortals since the beginning of time."

"I think neither the Seven Kingdoms nor we would have been able to survive in this harsh and cruel world until now."

As he recounted these things to Conan Heather, he also bowed with utmost humility to Highgarden, which was shrouded in clouds.

"So do you know what this sound means?"

The man who raised his head first nodded, then shook his head and said:

"There are too many meanings, so many that I don't even know which ones are true. After all, mortals cannot fathom the divine."

"But if you really want to know, I can tell you a few of the most widely circulated ones."

"The first one is that this is a requiem to soothe the world. You saw the corpses of those incredible monsters, didn't you?"

Conan Heather glanced at the giants and various monsters lying on the ground and nodded, saying:

"of course."

"Many people say that the music was played for them, and if it stops on that day, they will rise again and continue their march toward Highgarden, and then destroy the world."

You mean they might still be alive?

Conan Heather's eyes immediately fell on a still lifelike ice sculpture beside her. It was a huge hunting dog with three heads, mainly in scarlet and black, and it was in a forward-leaning posture before it died.

It would be reasonable to say that it is dead, but it also seems quite possible that it is still alive.

Because it is so perfect.

"I don't know, but at least to this day we haven't been able to actually destroy these remains. Even moving them is almost impossible."

"Can't even high-order sequences do it?"

Conan Heather was shocked. Were there no exceptions among so many?

The snowfield and even further beyond are almost entirely covered with the corpses of these monsters. If powerful monsters like the giant and the three-headed dog don't count, what about the weaker ones?

As if knowing what he was thinking, the man shook his head and said:

"Kid, even those with high-sequence abilities are just mortals."

Conan Heather, whose brow twitched slightly, stopped asking about that aspect and instead asked:

"What about the others?"

"Some people say it's a tribute to the departed souls, a gift to the poor people struggling in this harsh world."

"Of course, some say it's the foundation that sustains the world. They say the world will be destroyed when the music stops. That's somewhat similar to the very beginning."

The man told Conan Heather a lot of what he knew.

But in the end, Conan Heather looked at him thoughtfully and asked:

"how about you?"

"what?"

"What do you think it is?"

The man carrying three swords glanced at him with some surprise, then nodded after a moment:

“There’s a saying in our courtyard that we don’t know where it came from.”

“Say it was a gift from someone to the Lord of Highgarden, say that the music that never stopped was because of the remembrance that never stopped.”

The man who said this shook his head again and said:

"But we can't find any records pointing to this person. Except for this claim that came from nowhere."

Upon hearing this, Conan Heather felt his heart skip a beat.

This is it, it must be this!

The ironclad laws of the God-King cannot be wrong, but they have no king, so they are in conflict.

The Lord of Highgarden never stopped playing because He was always thinking of His King.

So it's not that there was no king, but that the king was never there from the beginning!

Conan Heather felt she had found the answer.

When Conan Heather was led by the man to the courtyard...

He not only met the mysterious Highlord of Midgard, but the Highlord also told him something that surprised and delighted him as soon as they met.

It was in a large hall that had been dug downwards, and in the center of the hall was a bonfire that seemed to be shooting the flames almost to the dome.

The high lord of Midgard stood before the bonfire and addressed him:

"I can't send you back, but I might be able to get you to send some messages back."

"Stranger."

-

Moen did not leave the white door.

He stood inside the hollow tree trunk, and since there had been no movement from above for a long time, the Holy Grail also came up.

Looking at the real queen locked inside the gemstone amber.

The Queen, who had transformed from the Holy Grail, paused in her tracks.

But in the end, she still walked up to Moen and asked:

"what happened?"

"Something unexpected happened."

For some reason, this answer made the Holy Grail press slightly against its heart.

Because she found herself to seem somewhat happy.

Is he happy that the Queen won't return to him yet?

She deduced the reason for this anomaly.

However, finding the answer did not bring her relief; instead, it made her even more confused.

This is something that does not exist in her knowledge.

She is the Holy Grail and should not have emotions.

"So what are you going to do?"

Moen said wistfully: