"Honestly, I'm surprised. I thought you'd take the chance to run while I was holding the gathering." After the gathering ended, Sno did not hurry home to offer his routine prayer to Mr. Fool. Instead, he went upstairs and reached out to turn off the gramophone that had been continuously playing Katyusha.
"Do you think I'm capable of running away in my current state?" Lanclus leaned back on the sofa. Though he was not restrained in any way, it was clear that his body had remained stiff until now.
For Lanclus, who was constantly fighting the True Creator for control of his body, Katyusha—which could stir the True Creator's emotions—was the best restraint possible.
But...
"Oh, what a pity." Sno chuckled and shook his head. After casually waving his hand, he headed out the door.
Lanclus's gaze turned gloomy. He began to suspect that Sno had seen through something again.
"No, he's very likely just bluffing. Before this, he planted the impression that 'he knows everything, and likes to stay silent when a plan begins, only breaking everything apart when his prey thinks it can succeed so he can enjoy its despair.' It was all so that as long as he wore a meaningful expression, I'd begin to doubt myself. That's right, he must be trying to fool me! He couldn't possibly have found out!"
Lanclus made himself think as hard as he could, forcing himself to calm down. Fortunately, although the True Creator was steadily replacing him, they did not share their thoughts. He did not have to worry that this "Little True Creator" would take the initiative to expose his plan.
On the other side, after returning home, Fors followed her usual routine and threw herself onto the bed. As she listened to Hugh describe the conditions