"Uncle, the situation's getting out of control—"
As the plane fell from the sky, the expressions of Old Count Albares and his nephew William shifted slightly at the observation post on the western edge of West City.
The First Reality Defense Line was indeed powerful, but it was also difficult to control. If Investigator Via's plan had gone smoothly, that would have been one thing. But the moment they had to spare attention to deal with the plane, the situation had already spiraled out of control. It was like trying to turn around a massive ship.
It was clear that the Independent Investigator was still rushing to turn things around and shift his attention back to the Black Goat Project. But how could he possibly have that much power? He couldn't just change his mind whenever he wanted and do whatever he pleased.
Besides, if the enemy could use a plane dropping from the sky to strike Giant Horn City, would they really let him have his way?
This discovery left the young vampire William somewhat excited.
In that case, couldn't he keep his uncle's letter of recommendation for himself?
"Heh, I knew it—"
In response to his quiet probing, the Old Count beside him gave a cold laugh. "I don't know who the enemy hiding in the shadows is, but whoever could silently strip away my Knight's Blessing is definitely not someone who can be dealt with so easily."
"It's just that the problem with the Fertile Forest appeared too quickly, and there wasn't time to discuss it properly with Giant Horn City. But now—"
"Whether or not Giant Horn City can erase the traces of the Fertile Forest, once they start taking action, it has nothing to do with us."
"Now we should think about staying out of