"It had begun..." In an office within the Parliament building, Sno looked at the tide-like crowds outside, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. With Intis as a precedent, those with any sense had likely already taken out their food supplies and headed for the churches to seek shelter.
"I wonder how many fools still can't see the situation clearly? Perfect. Loen's treasury has been drained quite a bit for this war too!"
Sno withdrew his gaze and returned it to the documents before him. From every perspective, Loen's position in the war was far from encouraging.
Had he not read the script in advance, even Sno would have found it difficult to believe that Loen could still turn things around from such a severe disadvantage. However, the Historical trend of this world ultimately had to take the arrangements of the Gods into account.
Just as Sno was considering when the divine war would truly begin, a faint murmur suddenly came from his chest.
"Oh? You've already given Klein a mystical hint? How is City of Silver doing?"
True Creator's Mutterings.
Soft whispers gave him a response, and Sno's eyes immediately narrowed. He abruptly rose to his feet, picked up the bell on his desk, and shook it hard twice.
"Sir, what are your orders?"
A mid-ranking MI9 officer pushed open the office door. His expression carried a slight trace of fear, though it was not directed at Sno. He had simply been frightened by the march outside.
After all, even a Mid Sequence Beyonder could not guarantee that he would survive against such a vast crowd.
To remain unafraid of numbers, one had to surpass humanity and reach the realm of demigods.
"I have matters to handle. Send the documents on my desk to the king