"Mr. McLaren, are you saying there will be trouble among the Indians as well?" The intelligence officer was slightly surprised by Norman's words and asked cautiously.
"Heh. Problems have arisen even in the homeland of the mighty British Empire, let alone India, which is already a complete mess." In a good mood after completing his task, Norman McLaren smiled as he explained to his subordinate, "What do you think my purpose was in seeking out Prabhawati?"
Only when Gandhi's followers took the lead in launching an armed faction would the various Indian forces hiding in the shadows be unable to resist revealing their true colors.
"The Rajputs, the Indians, and the Sikhs, along with that chaotic, tangled caste system—oh, there'll be plenty to keep us busy when the time comes."
At that, Norman McLaren could not help revealing a smile. With a hint of smugness, he said, "Just imagine it. Once every part of India starts arming its own forces, how will the British clean up this rotten mess?
"When Gandhi, whom the Indians are backing, is no longer able to stop armed rebellions across India, perhaps the dazzling jewel in the crown of the British Empire will finally shatter."
"You mean Gandhi was supported by the British? Wasn't it Gandhi's movement that affected British rule?" His subordinate was confused. Gandhi looked as though he should be an enemy of the British, so why was Norman saying that the British had supported him?
"Why couldn't it be?" Norman McLaren said mysteriously. "Don't you think that only someone like Gandhi, who advocates absolute nonviolence, can preserve British rule in India to the greatest extent while rebellions break out across the country?
"Without Gandhi, no one would be able to suppress the armed rebellions throughout India.
"Even if the British could suppress