"You shouldn't have pushed Paul this hard. He's completely insane now, and he's gotten too close to high society." Brad said. "I left him alone when he was in the Lower City because no one there could use him to destroy humanity. But the Upper City is different."
"That damned cult has never given up. They've been trying every possible way to fulfill the prophecy. Because of me, they'd always found it difficult to get close to Paul before, so they could only look for other ways."
"But now, you've let Paul wander among them. Sooner or later, he'll step into a trap. If he really gets controlled, we'll be in trouble."
Schiller wasn't listening to Brad at all. In his view, Brad, who had been deceived for so long, was no match for the Order Cult. There was no point in listening to advice from a defeated opponent.
Of course, Schiller didn't think the Order Cult had no designs on Paul. They had always been preparing for both possibilities. If Paul was watched too closely, they would use Batman; if Batman didn't work, they would use Paul. Either way, they stood to lose nothing.
But Schiller felt that they were still more inclined toward Batman. Brad had been keeping an eye on Paul, and if they wanted to make a move against Paul, they would have to confront the demon head-on. There was no need for that.
Schiller had always followed one principle: the less an enemy wanted to do something, the more he had to force them to do it.
Besides, Brad had lounged around in that nice house of his for far too long. It was time for him to come out and do some real work.
After casually brushing Brad off, Schiller sent him away. What