"But—what you meant just now was, are we going over there to fight him directly this time?"
Benjamin thought of another question. "Are you so sure it'll come to a fight this time?"
Viola nodded with exceptional certainty. "Of course. After all, Azrael's faction holds considerable influence within the Scarlet Brood, so they'll definitely do everything they can to stop us."
"But—" She shrugged. "This is an inter-faction marriage, after all. No matter how unhappy he is, he can't openly start a full-scale war."
"So while we'll have to fight in the end, we'll definitely still need to put on some messy ceremonial fanfare."
Benjamin raised a brow slightly. "For example?"
"For example—using the methods wizard factions use to settle conflicts to issue a challenge or something." Viola counted on her fingers as she spoke.
Benjamin thought it over and felt that this was indeed the most likely possibility.
The so-called methods wizard factions used to settle conflicts naturally meant having a fight.
Wizard Civilization had never been the kind of civilization that played nice. In fact, from Benjamin's understanding, in the eyes of other civilizations, Wizard Civilization was no different from a natural disaster.
Not to mention that, as a supernatural civilization, might made right in the first place.
Of course, just as Viola had said, the other side definitely would not dare start a full-scale war.
So regardless of how the process went, the final outcome would surely be that Azrael issued his mentor a more personal challenge or demanded a private contest.
Seeing that Benjamin had understood, Viola revealed a meaningful smile. "So this challenge most likely won't involve Level 8 Wizards. Mentor Clark will handle their Level 7 Wizards, while the remaining Level 6 ones will be up to the two of us."
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