Chapter 2422

"W-What do you mean by that?" Thresmund asked, visibly shaken. However, Philemon remained calm and continued speaking, "Don't you know the real purpose behind your foster father hosting this event?" "I... I don't!" Thresmund replied firmly. However, the hesitation in his eyes did not escape Philemon's notice—it was clear that Thresmund was lying. Philemon pressed on, "If you don't know, then why did you turn this place into a venue for the selection of gods? You must have received instructions, likely even before I did. That's why you're trying to divert everyone's attention with this charade, am I right?" Philemon stepped closer and closer to Thresmund, who backed away repeatedly. Philemon continued, "You're aware of the issues with the venue, aren't you? So, why aren't you doing anything about it? Is it really okay to let your father carry on like this?" "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" Thresmund turned his head away in fear. Philemon did not press further. "Let me