The balance of power had shifted.
Ariel, no matter how steel-strong your resolve or how nobly you sacrifice yourself for the cause, what can you do if I simply expel you from the faith?
At that moment, Fu Qian could almost hear those words playing.
And, to be fair, it really was a brilliant move.
Even after repeated attempts to crush him had failed, he had continued serving as an "anchor," guiding the calamity to accumulate.
So much so that the heavily pregnant Lone King had been frightened into not even breaking her waters.
Every second now had been won through enormous effort, wrested right from under the Night Watcher's nose. A stalemate was absolutely unacceptable.
Since repeated attempts to grind him to dust had failed, they might as well stop trying. No more wasting even a second on it—just send him away and be done with it.
Back when he had arrived at this Hall of Wedded Bonds and persisted in playing his current role, Fu Qian had already sympathized with a similar feeling.
And as it turned out, there really was a character who thought that way.
Even the character's identity wasn't all that surprising to him—Rom?
That was right. Fu Qian knew perfectly well that the one who had banished him was the child in the Lone King's belly.
But as everyone knew, even if you were an emperor, you couldn't be sure the child in your wife's belly was yours.
Don't forget that, based on the earlier deductions, the child in the Lone King's belly had another identity: the thing the Native Council was desperate to obtain, no matter the cost.
It was also the core objective of his mission.
So why was the Native Council willing to pay any price?
Even knowing the Night