The instant her consciousness returned, Veil picked out a dangerous sound amid the uproar.
It was gunfire. Real gunfire!
Once she realized what it was, she instinctively looked toward the sound and caught sight of a figure wearing an iron cage over his head vaulting over the crowd and heading toward the lighthouse.
The next moment, her pupils abruptly dilated. Beneath his cloak, a black-and-red tentacle was dragging something away from her sister's hands.
Standing amid the surging tide once more, he felt boundless joy well up inside him as his plan unfolded smoothly.
On the lighthouse in his field of vision, Count Valentin was caught up in the tide of uproar, just like everyone else.
Crow Feather and Weihle were still nowhere to be seen this time.
That was an unexpected bonus.
After all, unlike last time, he had been sitting in such a conspicuous spot in such an eye-catching getup for so long. The odds that Weihle and the others hadn't noticed him were practically nonexistent.
The fact that they hadn't come straight to him in over a day didn't rule out the possibility.
After all, during such a sensitive period, picking a fight with a demigod in such a conspicuous place would practically mean abandoning the plan outright.
But not picking a fight didn't mean they wouldn't take precautions. The scene before him was still a little unusual.
Were they worried that he and the Night Watchers had an understanding, and that he was putting on this show to draw attention, freeing up their other people to take control of the other two locations and prevent the Tide of Uproar from rising?
It wasn't entirely impossible, but to be safe, it made more sense to leave someone with the two demigods.
All these thoughts flashed through