"No. I don't trust the G.o.ds. I'm not a Follower of anyone."

It was a fitting answer for Jaehwan. Karavan asked Jaehwan, "What- what did they say? Why did you say that?"

"They asked if we were Followers of Geshtalt."

"And you said no?!"

"Yeah."

Karavan turned pale.

"Are you out of your mind?! You should've answered yes to that question!"

"Why?"

"Because they chased away the Followers of Daeus and Catastrophe! They must be the Followers of Geshtalt for sure!"

Karavan spoke furiously as the people of the Long Living race talked among themselves.

[Nadach. Merlen.]

[Geshtalten. Alo. Geshtalten.]

[Hatero! Hatero!]

[Nahur. Geshtalten Narga?]

[Nagamaren. Nadaro. Aiharo.]

'He doesn't believe in any G.o.ds.'

'Really? Then he must be Geshtalt.'

'Naked! Naked! It must be!'

'That one's not naked. Is he Geshtalt?'

'Doesn't matter. I like him.'

Jaehwan understood what they said but he wasn't following what they were talking about. And soon, one who looked like he was in charge spoke.

[Nas. Geshtalten. Armarelium.]

'Yes. Geshtalt doesn't believe in G.o.d.'

'I can sense the will of Geshtalt in you.'

At that moment, Karavan shouted as he ran out.

"HEY! Geshtalt! I believe in Geshtalt! I love him!"

He would've had the wrath of Ignis upon him if Ignis heard that. In fact, Karavan was scared as he saw fire land in front of his face, thinking that the link to Ignis had been restored. But as he looked again, he realized it was an arrow with world power, not fire. Those people were aiming at Karavan.

"What? Why…?!"

Jaehwan then walked up and talked with them, and their leader responded. Jaehwan then said to Karavan, "They say Runald and I are okay, but you aren't."

"What- why?"

"You are not a real Geshtalt Follower."

Karavan frowned. Arrows were still being aimed at him. Jaehwan thought for a second and talked with their leader again before speaking to Karavan.

"Hey."

"…Yeah?"

"Take off your clothes."

"W-what are you talking about?"

"Do as I say if you want to live."

Karavan realized something and looked down at himself. He then glanced at Jaehwan, Runald and at the Long Living race. Karavan was the only one wearing clothes.

Jaehwan warned him, "If you don't, they said they will kill you."

They were looking at Karavan with strange expressions.

Minutes later...

Karavan was shaking his head as he shouted.

"This is shameful. It's a travesty!"

"…Ugh."

Runald frowned as he looked at Karavan. Karavan kept on mumbling, "No… I'm not me anymore. I'm not!"

"…Cut it out, will you? You're just naked. It's not a big deal!"

"I'm not just naked! It's like something important was also taken from me!"

With Karavan muttering by their side, Jaehwan and the others arrived at the deepest part of the Great Forest, where the Long Living race lived. One of them, Rhamad, stopped and turned back to them and said,

[Nas. Sakrikford. Amadar.]

It meant the following.

Welcome to the Forest of Madness.