"Do you mean that the rulers of the Seven Capitals will soon become slaves dependent on the Saint's Water?" Mr. Assath asked, visibly agitated.
Although the universal values of the Holy Light Kingdom taught people to do good, that did not mean its people were incapable of thinking about the consequences of doing evil.
Once the rulers of the Seven Capitals were affected by the Saint's Water, the best-case scenario was that they would resist to the death, then spontaneously combust from an excessively high Burn Value, plunging the Seven Capitals into utter chaos.
The worst-case scenario was that the rulers of the Seven Capitals would be forced to obey President Bailang, who controlled the source of the Saint's Water... Worse still, if Bailang succeeded in meddling in the Saint's resurrection plan, he would gain the power to overturn the entire Holy Light world.
"In fact, judging by the timing, I'm afraid it's already more than simply 'soon.'" Faci spoke calmly. "At least, as far as I can tell, that man Bailang has no reason to have failed."
Mr. Assath slumped down helplessly.
If it had not happened yet, he might still have been able to struggle a little... But now that it had already happened, he had no way to begin. Charge into City Hall?
By now, City Hall in the entire City of Freedom had probably become President Bailang's backyard.
"The Saint... Why did the Saint suffer Saint's Fall at a time like this?" Assath said with a bitter smile. "If the Saint were still here, would any of this have happened?"
"Not necessarily." Maid Miss suddenly spoke.
Everyone's eyes turned toward her.
Maid Miss said calmly, "Since the Saint's Water has existed for more than a day or two, yet the highest authorities of the Holy Light