Orus, in an unnoticed corner.
After Dark, perfectly blended into the shadows, set down the Communication Magic Crystal in his hand, another woman perfectly concealed in the shadows approached him, carrying a scythe larger than her own body.
"You really intend to help that guy advance to sainthood?"
The Scythe Woman got straight to the point. Her tone was direct and devoid of respect, nothing like the way one should speak to the director of one's own organization.
Dark glanced at her without caring about her attitude, merely saying one thing.
"Of course I'll help him, but not now." Dark spoke blandly. "Our goal hasn't been achieved yet. How could we let Arad get his wish so easily?"
"I knew you wouldn't be that kindhearted." The Scythe Woman sneered. "But do you really have a way to help him advance to sainthood?"
What the Scythe Woman really wanted to ask was: if such a method existed, why didn't you use it yourself?
Dark answered like this.
"Shortcut methods? For believers of the Abyss like us, don't we have as many as we want?"
This made the Scythe Woman raise an eyebrow.
"You intend to make him blood-sacrifice his own country?"
Dark did not answer. Instead, he abruptly changed the subject.
"The situation has become a little troublesome. That Savior's strength far exceeded our initial estimates. Even Abyss's Touch was snapped by the Holy Sword's power. If we want to deal with that Savior now, our chances of success will become very, very small."
At Dark's mention of this matter, the Scythe Woman fell silent as well.
"How is the Demon Lord?" the Scythe Woman asked in a low voice. "Are his injuries serious?"
"I don't know." Dark was blunt. "I've already tried contacting the Demon Lord through the Demon Book