In a remote estate fifty miles outside the Royal Capital, several old men sat around a stone table drinking, their brows still clouded with lingering worry.
"Do you think we went a little too far? Everyone's gone, so can that brat Caesar handle the mess they left behind?"
Morrison asked uneasily.
Opposing the Church was one thing, but they could not oppose the Lord of Dawn. Although the gods had not shown themselves for thousands of years, their believers were still around!
Such a huge incident could not be resolved with a simple denial.
Even Hudson, the academy's nominal dean, had rushed to the Royal Capital as soon as he received the news to handle the aftermath, let alone academy higher-ups like them.
"Relax. The sky won't fall!
There are still plenty of senior ministers at court. They know how to deal with this sort of thing. Finding some cult to take the blame isn't difficult.
But there will still be plenty of trouble afterward.
It's all Brian and Gallos's fault, those two brainless idiots. Why did they have to compete in drinking for no reason?
Drinking would have been one thing, but after getting themselves drunk, they actually published our still-unconfirmed research findings in the academy's name.
After causing such a huge mess, those two bastards simply dusted themselves off and hid somewhere, leaving all the trouble behind.
We're also to blame. We knew those two were fools, yet we still left them behind to guard the place.
We can't worry about that now. We're at a critical juncture, and we have to protect Robert while he breaks through. We simply can't get away.
A disaster may also be a blessing. With this incident drawing everyone's attention, it has made Robert's breakthrough easier.
Otherwise, if Church experts and foreign