Planai's gaze settled on the Poet of Great Love, as if searching for some kind of spiritual solace. As the current leader of the Great Demon Race, the other party's judgment would directly determine the ultimate survival of the Demon Realm.
"Luo Qi McCarthy can give us an advantage in terms of the rules and a voice at the negotiating table, greatly reducing the chances of our enemies flipping the table. But correspondingly, his problem is that even with us added in, our military strength might still be insufficient to deter our opponents from flipping the table... I can say with certainty that he already lacks enough military support."
Planai continued explaining his earlier concerns to the Poet of Great Love.
"How can you make such a judgment?"
The Poet of Great Love placed the wineglass in his hand on the stone platform and leaned forward slightly.
If everything he had said before was speculation whose truth or falsehood no one could determine, then the final statement—"Luo Qi McCarthy currently lacks sufficient military support"—had been uncannily accurate.
The reason he had come to Helrom Prison was precisely to obtain the power to oppose the Cardinal Bishop.
Lanchi was curious whether Planai had seen something through unstable, intermittent Future Sight or Thousand-Mile Eye, or whether there was some other reason.
Planai watched the black-haired, green-eyed figure listening intently and hesitated for a moment.
The New King's gaze was as if he completely believed Planai's words, without the slightest hint of doubt or suspicion.
He had already prepared himself for the possibility of not being believed.
Now, instead, he found himself somewhat afraid to continue.
This trust and respect were simply too heavy.
But under that pair of emerald eyes filled with expectation, Planai gritted his teeth and decided to continue:
"If