Although Parrot had asked about the solution, no one present was foolish. They could all hear that he was questioning Laplace's strength.
Laplace was not angered by this. It was perfectly normal for people to have doubts when they did not know the full picture.
Besides, Parrot asking outright was far better than those who muttered and speculated in secret.
Seeing Parrot's tense expression, Laplace said calmly, "When the 'helpers' arrive, you'll know the solution."
Parrot's eyes lit up. "You mean... calling in reinforcements?"
Laplace nodded without confirming or denying it.
Laplace's solution was actually very simple: she only needed to find someone from Silver Forest Space to help.
Strictly speaking, this did not count as "calling in reinforcements." After all, the various energy clones in Silver Forest Space had all originated from herself.
But Laplace could not be bothered to explain. Besides, when Parrot said "calling in reinforcements," his emotions had clearly risen. That showed one thing: Parrot still did not quite trust her strength. He trusted more in Laplace having a powerful backing.
And in Parrot's eyes, Laplace "calling in reinforcements" meant finding, from her "powerful backing," a helper capable of dealing with the Blood Calamity.
That was certainly far more reliable than having Laplace handle it herself.
Laplace could guess what Parrot was thinking, but she did not care much. To her, Parrot had always been an irrelevant outsider. There was no need to forcibly correct his views.
Let Parrot misunderstand, then. If such a misunderstanding could make him trust Laplace's abilities more, it was not a bad outcome.
In this "transaction," only the result mattered. The process was unimportant.
After "careful deliberation," Parrot ultimately chose to let Laplace handle the matter.
"Then... what should I do now?" Parrot looked at Laplace.
Laplace said, "You don't