The towering Magic-Sealing Steel Pillars reached toward the ceiling, their intricate runes flickering in and out of sight in the dim light. Beneath the Magic-Sealing Steel, Poet of Great Love knelt before Planai, his expression focused.
In this sealed prison cell, the conversation between the two seemed to have become a quiet and profound ritual. Even the surrounding cold and silence listened to their words.
"So please give up, New King. The Protos Empire is beyond saving, unless you can make Luo Qi McCarthy wholeheartedly believe in us..."
Planai lowered his voice.
"But that is clearly impossible. Even if he were willing to sell his soul to us, we could never truly entrust our lives to him and gamble on this hopeless battle with less than a one-in-ten chance of victory."
His Talent Magic had evolved in the direction of the Thousand-Mile Eye. Although it had only just begun to take shape and he could not control it well, during these years underground in Helrom Prison, he could always intermittently and unstably see real-time situations on the surface—sometimes nearby, sometimes far away.
"..."
Antanas and Sinora, who stood on either side, kept exchanging glances, but showed no sign of speaking.
As Planai's old friends, they were somewhat willing to believe in the accuracy of Planai's judgment. After all, even if the two of them were added together and then multiplied by Talia, they still would not be as clever as Planai.
But then, Antanas and Sinora's gazes settled solely on the black-haired, green-eyed figure, waiting for the king to make a decision.
Having already sworn their oaths, they would follow the king no matter what she chose.
"So why do you think our chances are so low, Planai?"
Poet of Great Love paused for a moment before asking again.
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