"Let's not..." Hearing Herpo's hypothesis, Carcas shuddered again.
"The new Guardian is already this troublesome..." He swallowed hard, and in the end did not finish the sentence.
He sighed, his eyes empty as he stared up at the ceiling. His lips moved, and his voice was as low as a whisper. "Herpo, do we really still have a chance?"
"What chance?" Herpo's expression turned grave, with a hint of viciousness between his brows. "Are you questioning The Master?"
"Of course not!" Ignoring the agony coming from his soul, Carcas shook his head again and again, denying it with all his might. "I would never question The Master!"
"The Master's mighty power is right there for all to see. I'm just worried about us... Can we really stand against the Guardians? Especially that new Guardian."
"You're only starting to think about that now?" Herpo's expression eased slightly, and a trace of contemptuous mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. "When you and Circe rebelled against me back then, why didn't you think of such things?"
At the mention of this matter, Carcas's expression changed. His eyes, as he looked at Herpo, were filled with hatred, and his lips began to tremble.
"How is that the same!" he roared viciously, but because his shout and movements were too intense, the sharp pain from his soul made him suck in a cold breath.
"Damn you, Herpo! You're a maggot worse than a Flob..." He endured the agony from his soul and cursed Herpo. "Worse than a Flobberworm!"
"In front of all of us, you sacrificed Gregory! You damned... damned bastard! You were turning on your own people! Do you... do you understand!"
"Then what about Morgana?" Herpo asked in return, his eyebrows raised high, a trace of teasing in his tone. "Was