Setting aside the topic of merging new authorities, Angel and Frod continued chatting. However, it was basically Frod who did the talking, while Angel merely listened.
As Frod chattered on, Angel kept his attention on Sanders. Time flashed by, and three hours later, the calm expression Sanders had maintained suddenly changed slightly.
His brows drew tightly together, and his face abruptly turned pale.
Angel's intent gaze made Frod follow his line of sight toward Sanders as well.
"Lord Phantom Demon's expression looks somewhat wrong?" Concern flashed through Frod's eyes.
Watching beads of sweat seep from Sanders' forehead, Angel drew on past experience and surmised, "Perhaps he has reached the critical stage of authority fusion. Under the scouring of such a massive torrent of information, it definitely won't feel good."
"Then could it..." Fail?
How could Angel fail to understand Frod's unfinished words? He shook his head. "Having reached this final step, the possibility of failure is very low. If it were going to fail, it would have failed long ago—just like when you fused Tree Civilization before. When an unknown variable erupted, it was fierce and immediate, leaving you no time to react at all."
Thinking back on it, Frod felt that made sense. If there truly had been an unknown variable, it would surely have begun causing trouble long ago. With that thought, he felt somewhat relieved.
Watching the changes in Frod's expression from the side, Angel secretly smiled. Whenever Tree Civilization had been mentioned before, even if Frod said nothing, his expression and gaze would abruptly shift. Yet now, there was no unusual reaction from him. This also showed, from another angle, that Frod was gradually emerging from the shadow of his failure to fuse the Tree Civilization authority.
That was also why Angel brought up Tree Civilization