In Gawain's view, what Rosetta Augustus was doing did not even count as a conspiracy—everything was happening openly and aboveboard.
It even gave him the feeling that Rosetta, far away in Alderan, had cast him a look through the air, telling him to keep watching...
And after thinking it over seriously, Gawain felt that he really could only keep watching, because this was exactly what he had been hoping for as well.
No matter what methods were used, reducing the number of Mental Corruption carriers as much as possible, weakening the God of War's influence in the material world, and keeping the enemy beyond the borders were all things that had to be done. In this regard, Rosetta had merely coordinated with Cecil through unspoken understanding...
"Ancestor, is this really all right?" Heti could not help frowning. Rosetta Augustus's series of maneuvers had truly exceeded her expectations. In her impression, only the old ancestor before her, who had climbed out of his coffin, could pull off something so bold and unconventional. "The Typhonians are using our hands to eliminate those infected by mental aberration..."
"The key right now is not whether this is a problem, but that this is the only way it can be done—Rosetta threw us a ball we have no choice but to catch, and now we can only see this through with him," Gawain said calmly. "Or rather, it aligns perfectly with what I had in mind—we do not have the energy to deal with Typhonians who are still in their right minds, but if the ones on the other side are infected... that is another matter."
The strange feeling in Heti's heart still refused to fade. She pursed her lips, disbelief lingering on her face. "But he can actually do this openly... Those soldiers and