Yet among all those contingency plans, not one had considered what to do next if he accidentally defeated Madara single-handedly.
Although Antitina and Her Highness the Princess included had praised this idea highly and believed it highly feasible—especially after witnessing Valhalla's potential—even the boldest and most radical people, even figures like Bai Jia and Nemesis who possessed equally clear foresight into the future, had never considered such a question.
And now, that question had been placed squarely before Brando.
Brando looked into Madara's Her Majesty the Queen's dark eyes. He knew perfectly well that she must have anticipated this. From the moment she handed the Mercury Staff to him, she must already have calculated that things might reach this point.
Moreover, he was certain that she must have a solution.
But he was unwilling to ask her about it.
Because Brando knew very well that there had to be a trap involved. This Supreme One who had historically wielded the Mercury Staff had been setting this snare from the very beginning. She had even used herself as bait. How could such a trap be so simple?
What troubled him was that he soon realized the gap between his mind and hers. Even after racking his brains, he could not figure out what she was ultimately trying to achieve.
It was truly rather tragic.
He instinctively turned his head and looked toward Medisa in the distance. With Antitina and Her Highness Griffine absent, the Little Princess of the Silver Elves might well be the only reliable strategist at his side. Unfortunately, Medisa was not omnipotent. She knew even less than Brando did. Facing Brando's questioning gaze, she merely shook her head lightly, signaling him not to act rashly.
The problem was that Brando already did not dare act rashly.
He turned