After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

487 The Red Flame Divine Spores

“My Lord, if you can’t promise me…”

“Promise me that you’ll never say such things in public, then I can’t talk to you anymore. You’re in a very unstable state right now.”

“This is a very dangerous sign.”

The vice-general was on the verge of tears.

!!

Prometheus was too unruly, and was openly cursing his superiors.

Prometheus narrowed his eyes. “Alright, alright, I won’t make things so difficult for you. Isn’t this because our moon god race has never suffered such losses before? I can’t believe those eight b*stards managed to make us suffer like this. You’ve seen the aftermath too.”

“It’s already pretty good that I’m still able to remain this calm even after so many deaths and injuries.”

“Alright, let’s get back on track.”

I’ve been busy studying some weapons recently, so I haven’t had the time to check the situation.”

“Just tell me, how did those women handle this matter?”

The vice-general bitterly smiled, “My Lord, it’s like this. The Saintess wants to awaken that thing and use it to destroy the Knights of the Round Table and protect the future peace of our moon god race.”

When Prometheus heard this, his eyes immediately widened.

“Oh, wow!”

“Those women are something else!”

“They really came through during this critical moment!”

“They’re actually determined to wake it up?”

“My Lord!”

Prometheus was sweating.

“Alright, I was just expressing my admiration. Besides, I can only do this because we have a good relationship. You definitely won’t stab me in the back.”

“My Lord, I’m just worried that you’ll really say such things in front of the Saintess if you get used to it.”

“They’re not easy to deal with either. If you incite their ire, I won’t be able to help you.”

“Of course, I’m annoyed at this whole situation too, but I can’t show it on the surface. Otherwise, if others find out, we’ll both be hung on the gallows. That would be terrible!”

Prometheus was amused.

Hahahahahaha!

“I like talking to straightforward people like you. Then, about the Saintess and the shrine… are they really going to summon that thing?”

The vice-general was relieved that Prometheus was finally taking this seriously.

After all, within the moon god race, there was a law that stated that when the general was punished and executed, the vice-general would also have to share the responsibility.

Such a law might seem simple and crude, but it was actually very effective.

This meant that everyone had to keep their superiors in check and not be simple yes-men.

Of course, if things went beyond their control, they could still report their superiors to the three factions.

The vice-general opened his mouth and said, “That’s what I’ve been told. The shrine really wants to use its power to resolve the problem of the Knights of the Round Table quickly.”

“However, I’m not sure how it will turn out.”

“Do you want me to tell you its name?”

The vice-general was speechless.

He looked around and made sure that this was a private area where they could talk without being overheard.

“Go ahead,” he nodded.

“Alright,” Prometheus said, “We’ve been brothers for so many years.”

“We’re both in the same boat anyway, so it’s fine as long as we don’t tell anyone else!”

“It is…”

“The red flame divine spores!”

“That group of women are really ruthless. They could think of such a thing and even make it a reality.”

“Interesting.”

In contrast to Prometheus’ casual attitude, the vice-general was very emotional.

The other myriad races might be unaware of what the red spores were, but a very small number of people in the moon god race knew what kind of secrets they hid.

In other words, the existence of the spore itself represented a kind of divinity, one that allowed the spores to hear the thoughts of the people around it, thoughts that came from the heart.

This was a very terrifying thing.

In short, it would make one’s wishes come true.

However, the ‘wishes’ that came true were not things that could be understood in the ordinary sense, and were not solely limited to things one actively wished or hoped for.

These red spores would change according to the thoughts of the myriad races around them.

If everyone believed spores to be a type of demon, then the spore would become a terrifying demon.

Of course, the opposite was also possible.

However, as to which was the more probable likelihood…

It was obvious.

The spores would always be thought of as a threat.

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The reason was simple.

Fear came from the unknown, and these spores represented the unknown.

That was why the spores would be feared by the myriad races, which would then be attributed to danger, threat and malice.

Hence, even if the moon god race told the myriad races that these spores would change according to their innermost thoughts, in the end, nature would take its course, and the fear of the unknown would give rise to the transformation of the red spores as demons.

This was something that had been confirmed time and time again.

The red fog that covered the ground were spores. These were currently dormant, but once they were activated, all hell would break loose.