Nobunaga opened the Four-Dimensional Apartment and let out the doctors and nurses who had been waiting inside, so they could bandage everyone's wounds.
What was surprising, though, was that Gelman and Netero—the two who should have been at the center of the fiercest, most savage fighting—hadn't suffered a single injury.
An elderly doctor who knew Chairman Netero's body well even discovered that some of his old injuries, which had kept recurring, were gone.
Gelman said nothing, and Netero deftly changed the subject. The matter was soon dropped.
Later, they learned it was the effect of Breath of the Archangel. For the moment, they could only tend to everyone else's wounds, their faces full of suspicion.
Meanwhile, the Chimera Ants were all thinking about what Gelman had said.
Start over, start over? Keep to themselves, keep to themselves? Atone, atone?
It sounded as if we still had plenty of futures to choose from.
Welfin was a suspicious man. He had been the same in his previous life, so of course he didn't simply believe Gelman. Instead, he looked at Netero.
"Is what he said what you think, too?"
Welfin had always believed Netero was the one in charge here. At most, Gelman had some influence over Netero's judgment.
A promise was more trustworthy when it came from Netero himself.
Netero stroked his chin with one hand and folded the other across his chest, as if pondering some interesting question.
At Welfin's question, Netero seemed to come back to himself. He glanced at Welfin, then turned to Gelman.
"Gelman, didn't you say before that we should 'root out evil completely'? Why have you changed your mind and taken pity on them?"
To everyone's surprise, Gelman simply nodded.
"When the Ant King and the Three Royal Guards were still around, we had no