Inside the Theater
As Clown Art, who was in the middle of self-destruction, was carried away, the danger was brought to an end.
The Plague Lords in the private box also withdrew their respective powers. Beneath his helmet, the Venerable Lord even revealed a satisfied smile.
"This courage is quite impressive. If this matter is handled properly, a new Plague Lord may well be born.
Since ancient times, not a single Madman has been qualified to become a Plague Lord, thanks to their solitary and arbitrary way of doing things. The Neisseria Ones, meanwhile, were simply too naive and brought about their own destruction. Otherwise, they might very well have given birth to a Plague Lord.
That has also resulted in no one ever stepping forward in the field of brain disease. Now, we may have the chance to witness the birth of the 'First One.'
However, once a Plague Lord like this appears, dealing with the entire world will no longer be as simple as it was before.
This boy has yet to become a Plague Lord, yet he was already able to lay out such a grand scheme, making all of us come here to witness it—to witness his ascension, and witness him execute the most troublesome malignant growth in the Old World.
He gains both fame and fortune. How frightening!"
Beside him, the Duke merely chewed on the snacks he had brought and said indifferently, "You can rest assured. William will not threaten our positions, nor will he alter the structure of the world. His thoughts have already reached farther away along with his brain."
"Venerable Lord, perhaps you should cast your gaze farther as well.
"William should make contact with the outside world at the first opportunity. One external event after another will affect us and