I mean, as a rich guy, isn't it perfectly normal for me to have a personal gaming assistant?

Murphy's conversation with the Old Church spirits had been quite pleasant overall.

The spirits had persisted for years in the nightmare realm on Glamour Island, and they were rather understanding. On top of that, they knew how to read the room. Although the God of Avalon hadn't been involved in moving things forward, nearly all the Old Church spirits had sensed the Nature God's vague "hint."

To sum it up: do whatever Murphy tells you to do. He won't hurt you, but if you make him unhappy, everyone will be in trouble.

With this "guiding principle" in mind, it hadn't taken Murphy long to persuade the local spirits to collectively "change jobs" and work at the soon-to-open "Glamour Underworld." Their first task would be to help Lord Hades deal with the potential war between the Plantagenet Kingdom and the Helmsmen.

At this particular moment, Murphy was eager to expand the player population cap, and he really didn't want a sudden, massive population decline in some region because of infighting between factions. Helms Island wasn't a center of civilization, but it still had a few million people. If some outrageous massacre really happened, who would make up for the growth in player population Administrator Murphy needed?

This wasn't some abstract matter of morality, ethics, justice, or order. It was directly tied to Murphy's and the player community's interests, so of course Administrator Murphy had to take it seriously.

When King Louis's flagship came to pick up his daughter, Murphy planned to have a proper talk with His Majesty, the king of the Plantagenet Kingdom. Transia wouldn't get involved in the war as long as King Louis didn't resort to extreme measures to resolve the current situation. But if King Louis really failed to see reason, then Murphy, as both the players'