The Queen raised her head. Deep in her eyes, it was as though purple lightning were reflected there. She answered softly, "So, what you saw was that the descendants of the godfolk—the Golden and Silver People—were handing their authority over to mortals, while the Tree Shepherds were reconstructing the divine bloodline. My father, as proud and solitary as I am, also hesitated within this plan and ultimately fell to the Four Sages.●⌒,."
"..."
Only then did Brando understand what had happened, but he still could not comprehend the logic behind it. When their own power was already insufficient to resist outside threats, they had still chosen to divide their limited strength. It was simply absurd.
The Queen turned around and looked at Brando. "Do you find it difficult to understand, Count?"
"From an ordinary person's perspective, it certainly seems that way. But were the Ancients and the Sages truly so ignorant? The problem is that if we choose the wrong path, the farther we advance along it, the closer we come to destruction. We cannot determine whether we are right or wrong. So when one side chooses such a path, the other has a duty to observe and evaluate where that plan will ultimately lead us. At the same time, they must make preparations for both possibilities, so that the entire plan can be halted at any moment."
"It does sound somewhat ridiculous, but that ridiculousness is founded on the confusion and unease of humble beings like us. It is merely because we cannot see hope."
"Think about it. Everyone is preparing for a war they are destined to lose. We must place our bets in multiple directions to cautiously preserve this world's ability to survive. That is why I envy you ignorant mortals so much. Precisely because you know