After a dizzying sense of weightlessness passed, Yulster returned to reality.
It was still that dimly lit room, still the candlelight so faint that it seemed it could extinguish at any moment.
Everything he had just experienced felt like an illusory dream.
But sensing the thorny rose insignia newly etched deep within his soul, Yulster knew it was all real.
He had truly succeeded in summoning the god behind Castel.
It was just that... no one had expected this god to be the Bloodline's Ancestor, who had been missing for two thousand years!
Reflecting on the various legends about the Blood True Ancestor, Yulster sighed inwardly.
He knew that from now on he was utterly without freedom.
No matter what promises that being made, it couldn't change the fact that he had become prospective fodder, and that he could be devoured at any moment.
