"Whether it's a small favor or a great one, buzz buzz, speculation alone won't give us an accurate answer."
"Why not let Lord Secluded Warden hear it first and make the judgment yourself?"
Mechanical Creator suddenly interjected.
Secluded Warden glanced at Him but did not get angry. By ordinary convention, when the principals were speaking, attendants certainly had no right to interrupt. But Mechanical Creator was no attendant.
As Cruel Scholar's divine-thought incarnation, His status was entirely equal to Cruel Scholar's.
Secluded Warden acknowledged that as well.
A flash of purple glinted in the eyes beneath the stone cloak. After looking deeply at Mechanical Creator, He tacitly accepted His words. "The matter can indeed be discussed after weighing its magnitude."
After a pause, He said blandly, "Then explain the situation now."
At that moment, a voice also emerged from Balalaika's flames, seductive and languid, like a soft feather brushing across a tender heart.
"Let me state this beforehand: if you want us to solve the problem inside Decayer's head, that cannot be done."
Upon arriving at Myriad-Degree Nexus, Balalaika had immediately seen Decayer and a human wizard.
She did not know that wizard, but she had heard of Decayer's great name and his past.
After all, in pursuit of Old World knowledge, she had once infiltrated Believers' Academy City and served as a staff member there for some time. Decayer happened to be one of Believers' Academy City's rulers.
How could Balalaika not have studied her former superior?
She had also secretly considered whether there was any solution to Decayer's condition. In the end, her answer had been... there was currently no solution.
Either a miracle had to be born—a miracle itself, or a miraculous life.
Or he had to let go himself.
And Decayer could not let go, so