"In addition to providing an explanation and apology, they must also show sincerity."
"What if they refuse?" Sofia asked with interest.
A trace of fierceness flashed in Roland's eyes, murderous intent radiating.
"Sofia, do you know the four lines of prophecy poetry that Christine mentioned?"
"I've heard them."
Sofia nodded, as if recalling something, her voice somewhat somber.
"Under the sunlight, war machines crush cities.
In the darkness, shadow tendrils weave nets.
In the deep sea, the awakened Giant Demon stirs restlessly.
Within the Divine Hall, devoted followers sing epic tales."
She frowned slightly, whispering to herself: "War machines and shadow tendrils have already appeared, is the awakened Giant Demon in the deep sea Poseidon, then who are the devoted followers in the Divine Hall? Could it be Christine?"
"I don't think so."
Roland interrupted Sofia's speculation, speaking resolutely, "Christine is the proclaimer of the Divine Oracle."
