Then I'll wait until you Servants have finished clearing the world and gone back before continuing the operation. That should be fine, right?
Thus.
Restricting communications was one thing.
But it couldn't be too obvious.
With the shadows' activities added in, things had indeed been put on hold for the time being.
In an instant, everything became calm.
And there really was peace.
But they didn't know...
Little Griseo held the script in her hands and saw through the entire story at a glance.
She hadn't classified you as a Singularity. She had simply shut the door and set the dogs loose.
Therefore.
The shadows believed they controlled the channels of communication between the island and the outside world.
In reality.
Those channels were all under Silver Wolf and the others' casual manipulation.
Unless you sailed out to sea yourselves and went to the mainland to report it, ordinary phone calls or the internet wouldn't let you contact anyone...
For a short time.
It was just like The Truman Show.
Everything was fake.
And by the time you really went out to sea, making the trip there and back, the matter would probably have been settled long ago.
The Hassans would have finished their work and retired.
Even if everything came to light, it wouldn't amount to much.
Perhaps you would say:
"How could that possibly happen in such a short time?"
Why not?
There were only a few hundred residents on the island.
The shadows were merely a portion of those seven hundred people.
Just how incompetent would the Hassans have to be to fail to deal with this bunch after several days?
Wasn't it one slash per child?
One slash, and not a peep.
In other words.
Strictly speaking, what truly terrified the island's residents was the sudden