"The Original Barrier? What's that?"
Eve felt a slight stir in her heart.
Upon hearing the name, she instinctively sensed a certain tremor within her, seemingly rooted in the soul of the World Tree.
"The Original Barrier..."
The Seventh Demon God Azazel opened his mouth, with a trace of confusion appearing in his expression.
"Yeah... what exactly is the Original Barrier?"
He mumbled with wide eyes.
Rubbing his flame-engulfed head, Azazel said somewhat awkwardly,
"S-sorry... Lord God, uh, I... I can't seem to remember."
Eve: ...
Can't remember?
Can myths even forget memories?
At this moment, there were ten thousand complaints she wanted to voice, even briefly suspecting whether the other was taking her for a fool.
But seeing Azazel's puzzled and bewildered look, Eve quickly calmed down.
No...
It's not forgetfulness.
Azazel probably isn't lying.
Moreover, he has no need to lie.
So... this so-called forgetfulness is quite intriguing.
