"At last, it was over." Waking from deep meditation, Sno gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. White Horse is Not a Horse had reacted far more intensely this time than ever before.
So intensely that he had even thought the Russian Priest had come looking for him personally.
"It should only have been a simple detection from the Sunset Shut-in Society. The Russian Priest probably wouldn't care about the lives of one or two assassins or bait. As long as Duke Negan died as he wished, nothing else mattered."
Sno sighed softly. He could have used Heavenly Punishment to directly counter the divination and let those shut-ins enjoy the trendiest hymn of the gods, but considering that this might make Adam wary ahead of time and cause the following plan to fail, he chose to bear the pain himself.
After having the maid prepare bathwater and clean clothes, Sno soaked himself in the warm water. He felt his fatigue gradually disperse and the oxygen slowly run out. His mind gradually emptied as well, no longer dwelling on conspiracies and schemes.
In that tranquil state, the All-Nuo Council gradually calmed down as well. Apart from a few consciousnesses shouting, "Screw sleep, get up and party," most of them sank into a languid, leisurely state.
Having confirmed that he could not unify their consciousnesses through conventional means, Sno temporarily gave up on actively courting death. He had realized that as long as they were not truly facing a desperate situation, those fun-seeking souls would cling to the thought, You won't really die anyway, and do everything they could to dance repeatedly along death's edge.
Only a genuine accident could make them behave completely.
"Looks like I'll have to leave this comfort zone of Backlund."
Sno muttered inwardly as he raised