�There should be an altar with an ancient artifact at the end of the corridor. You just need to use that.�

Cale started to speak.

��There is an ancient artifact? Here? But why?�

Cale�s pupils started to shake. He was getting anxious.

�Haaaa.�

It was the moment Cale let out a deep breath.

� This Wind Island was created because of me.

�What?

Wind Island was created because of this thief, because of the Sound of the Wind?�

Cale had expected some relationship between the thief and the island from the moment she mentioned the top�s whip.

The thief whispered quietly as Cale leaned onto the marble pillar.

� Inside there. Should I tell you the truth behind the ancient artifact located at the deepest part of this island? Should I tell you about the secret of this island as well?

The thief sounded as if she was laughing.

However, she was not laughing because she was happy. There was sorrow hidden within that laughter.

� That ancient artifact was created by sacrificing thousands of lives.

�Sacrifice? They sacrificed people?�

This made Cale think about what the thief had said when he first met her.

�Damn bastards!�

� Why is it a sin to steal the thing they created by sacrificing people? I was going to give it back to the people! Trash bastards! Why did those bastards have to have power?!

The thief was known to have been captured and killed after stealing a divine item. However, what she had stolen was not a divine item, but just an item belonging to a temple.

Her calm voice continued in Cale�s mind.

� And I returned that ancient artifact to its proper spot.

Cale lifted his head up.

He could see the black ceiling. JrNovels.com