Thinking of that suspected variable, "Jackal" Kanus's brain began to ache faintly again.
The work of persuading the Great Horned Legion to surrender and reorganizing it had gone very smoothly.
Once the reorganization was complete, coupled with the wolf clan warband that obeyed his every command after losing its commander—
The troops in his hands would surpass those of the lion clan, tiger clan, Minotaurs, and Boar People, giving him the largest legion in Turanze.
Of course, he was still lacking somewhat in terms of top-tier combat power.
After all, Turanze was a land where the strong reigned supreme, and where people disliked ganging up on the weak.
But after cooperating with those fellows from the Tusks Mountain Range, this problem would surely be greatly eased.
The only flaw was that the Ancient Dream Saintess had temporarily escaped his control.
Moreover, the Ancient Dream Saintess seemed to have turned disaster into fortune, gaining even stronger mental power and becoming able to invade his brain domain in return.
But this was not beyond remedy.
No one understood better than "Jackal" Kanus what a terrifying price had to be paid to overdrive the brain and push mental power beyond its limits.
The Ancient Dream Saintess's brain had already developed abnormally. Her cerebral blood vessels were a complete mess, fragile beyond measure.
If she continued burning her brain at all costs, perhaps she would soon die when it burst apart.
Even if she survived by some stroke of luck, the overall situation had already been decided. She, a puppet he had personally raised up, could not possibly turn the tide.
Still, was the one secretly watching him truly the Ancient Dream Saintess?
Why did it give him a feeling that was both familiar and strange, as though it were... an old friend he