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After leaving the Indian border, I headed north through the grasslands to the northeast of the Roman Empire. Compared to the recently pacified southeast under Lucius, conflicts in the north have grown more frequent. The grassland king seemed eager to destroy Roman civilization.

After all, his hands were made for destruction—even if he wished to protect something.

Calculating time, belief in the Roman pantheon would soon fade, replaced by the light of God. Nothing lasts forever; time is the ultimate truth.

Few tall mountains rose here; the landscape was rocky with sparse vegetation.

Perhaps due to frequent wars, residents and soldiers here appeared more heroic than those in the west. Even their dances were bolder and less feminine. While each culture held its beauty, I personally preferred the east's scenery.

Though every time I admired their dances, my partner glared at me fiercely—as if wanting to eat me. She didn't understand that appreciation doesn't always imply attraction. But this was also a sign of our feelings.

Still, the land bore a desolate air. It was hard to imagine the existence I sought caused the greatest reactions here.

Aslan closed his casually written notes. The cover was wrapped in exquisite cowhide; even the paper inside was specially treated thin leather. It would be impossible for a child to create such durable, paper-thick leather without magic. Though Eastern paper was available here, Aslan preferred his own refined taste.

Once completed, he planned to circulate this travelogue of Rome. Books made from fine materials and blessed by magic would surely last thousands of years. Unaware, Aslan's identity as the Son of God had already quietly spread among Christians. He was now preparing this book as a deliberate holy relic.

Aslan didn't mind accumulating heroic spirit identities. If one day he fought a battle alone in a future war, it would be fascinating. After all, even his cheap cousin managed to fight a Holy Grail War solo—he couldn't lose, right?

The Pendragon family truly held a mysterious streak of fortune and defeat.

Though Aslan didn't understand this feeling fully, he found it interesting.

As his notes stated, since heading north, his detector had its first intense reading—far stronger than before. If before it was a single drop causing ripples, now it threatened to overturn the entire basin.

My destination must have massive Mecha wreckage! Perhaps even functional remnants. Even if the wreckage is as huge as imagined, I can gather all the raw materials!

I just don't know which god's remains I will encounter.

I suspect the wreckage was dragged here by the white giant during his battle with the Machine God. That it remained undiscovered so long meant the location was either well-hidden or inaccessible.

No matter which, my long-cherished wish nears fulfillment. I'm in an unprecedented mood.

"Sir Knight, we cannot proceed further. Beyond this lies the volcano the locals call the Furnace. Horses cannot approach it…"

Aslan followed the caravan when convenient—for mutual safety and to earn extra money. People are social creatures. Even if their travels were undisturbed, they craved new stories and customs to hear.

Aslan poked his head out as the caravan member spoke. Knowing magic and a lover of comfort, Aslan had enchanted his gear for temperature regulation, so he felt less heat than others.

The forest here was sparse and barren. Roads were cracked; the soil turned to fine dust at the slightest touch.

Water was scarce; the air shimmered in waves.

The caravan member sweated profusely as the volcano spewed molten lava in the distance. Its heat was the source of the region's extreme temperatures. In Aslan's memory, no historical records mentioned this volcano...

But for the moon's history and Earth-Moon separation, missing details were normal.

He checked his instrument. The strongest detector reaction came from the volcano. The Machine God's remains must be there. The god related to this volcano was likely a fire or earth deity. Hopefully one of the twelve principal gods. Among the fragments he had collected were many of lesser rank.

It was a pity none were core fragments. Comparing the Mecha God and core parts of the God of Contract he possessed, he could directly contract with the Horizon Dragon's remnants. But fragments of the Goddess of Beauty only caused weak hypnosis.

The difference between ordinary parts and core pieces was huge.

Aslan grabbed his luggage, jumped from the carriage, and waved to the caravan members.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Sorry for the detour."

They hurriedly shook their heads. After all, Aslan had protected them on a perilous journey. War was frequent here; Hun raids threatened to burn and loot. Caravans were prime targets. Having such a paladin traveling with them gave real peace of mind.

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