Benedict's dissatisfaction with the council had reached its peak. The council had actually concealed something like this from the church. If Klein had not been someone who remembered kindness, the church might have remained in the dark for a long time and even suffered a major loss.
He had thought the previous lesson would make those council members remember, but now it seemed he had still been too gentle.
He was also disappointed in the Evolvers planted within the council. Sure enough, a position like that could not be handled well by simply stuffing someone into it.
That pack of old hands had easily kept the church's planted personnel in the dark, leaving the church blind.
Their purpose was obvious as well—nothing more than provoking a conflict between the church and the Divine Son of Slaughter.
The only thing they had failed to account for was Klein.
Perhaps they believed Klein had abandoned his faith and was surely one of their kind.
Someone like him had to be ambitious, perhaps even hoping to swallow up the Fallen Angel Church.
Unfortunately, just as Benedict and the others could not play the council's game, the council members did not understand religion either.
Klein had also figured it out. The council wanted to use him as a blade, and they had not shown the slightest sincerity.
They wanted to use Klein against the Fallen Angel Church, yet they had not even contacted him. Clearly, the council believed it could manipulate both sides with ease.
Perhaps they were well versed in political maneuvering, but political intelligence was not entirely the same as actual intelligence.
Now that both sides had caught on, the Evolvers who wielded supernatural abilities were hardly docile cats.
So Klein proposed dealing with the council first. Otherwise, the spread of their