It was still that bleak, unrelated world.
"So, Gaius, what you mean is..." Apokronia began hesitantly.
"What? Has one failure made you so timid?" Gaius glanced at Apokronia. "As one of 'us,' Midrash has stubbornly confined herself within nothing more than an Armed Doll. In that respect alone, she is already beneath us. We are noble Imaginary constructs. What is she? Why must we listen to her just because she was the first of 'us'?"
"Because her judgment is correct, so we listen to her," Wendigo said with a frown.
"Her judgment... She is us. We can make the same judgments she can." Gaius spoke disdainfully. "We have already reached the point where we must risk everything, yet she captured Mobius and still refuses to tell us her next plan. Mobius is not even in our hands!"
"After all, during that last operation, we disobeyed her orders. Perhaps that is why she does not trust us," Wendigo said.
"Yes, yes, she has always been giving us orders. Must we really continue obeying her every word?" Gaius said. "She never regarded us as equals. She treated us as subordinates who only needed to obey her commands! We have watched the course of human history up until now. Do you really not know how disobedient subordinates should be dealt with?"
The other Herrschers fell silent.
"Especially you, Apokronia. She nearly killed you just now. Do you truly think she would not kill you and split off a new Herrscher?" Gaius continued. "Look, even I, who only wanted to watch the show, was warned by her. Shouldn't we also consider a way out for ourselves?"
Apokronia's expression changed. After thinking for a moment, she said, "What do you want to do?"
"Though we do not know what Midrash is doing, we can find