In the past, Molon had failed to come up with a solution to his concerns. As the sole survivor of the Hero's party, he had faced the difficult decision of whether to maintain the fragile peace they had achieved with Vermouth or take up the mission his fallen comrades had failed to achieve. During the time of his dilemma, Vermouth had appeared in Molon's dreams, providing the answer to his reality. With this revelation, Molon was able to find peace in his decision and no longer had to agonize over the choice he was faced with. Furthermore, his body, which had not aged for hundreds of years, was in the perfect condition to complete Vermouth’s request.

Had Vermouth's prediction of the End not come to fruition, Molon would not have had such unwavering trust in him. However, the End did indeed cross over from Raguyaran, just as Vermouth had warned. Molon's dream, which had occurred one hundred and fifty years prior, was no mere figment of his imagination but a forewarning of the impending doom that started a hundred years ago.

“After I had that dream, I lived in Lehainjar. I saw Raguyaran every single day,” Molon explained.

Lehainjar towered over the surrounding landscape with its rugged, imposing form, but to Molon, it was a place of comfort and familiarity. Every day, as the sun sank below the horizon, he did the arduous climb to the summit and gazed out at Raguyaran in the distance. And each morning, he descended the mountain.

“Each day was busy and fulfilling, and at that time, I was no longer the King of Ruhr. There was no one to complain even if I lived in Lehainjar,” continued Molon. But that didn’t mean Molon confined himself to Lehinajar. He would occasionally attend important events in Ruhr. This was before he retreated into seclusion. “Raguyaran was not even a little bit different from what I saw when I was young. Even so, I trusted Vermouth. He had warned me even after his...