A piece of something fell off, and taking a closer look revealed it to be a tortoiseshell.

It had a round hole on it, and a red string was strung through it. Grant had been wearing it previously.

Alex picked up the tortoiseshell and asked, “Is this… The Holy Book?”

Although Grant didn’t want to admit it, he had already arrived at this situation, and there was no point in resisting anymore. He nodded and said, “Replying to the Master, yes, this is the Holy Book that your father picked up from an abandoned ship under the sea. It was passed into this slave’s hands, but the core inside it had been taken by your father early on, and now it should be in Master’s hands.”

Alex shook his head. “You’re wrong. I didn’t get the Holy Book. I’ve told you this several times.”

“How is that possible?” Grant said, disbelief clear on his face. “If you didn’t get it, then what about the tortoise armor that you’ve used before? What was that?”

At this time, Yuno snorted coldly and said, “What a fool!