Einstein clapped her hands at that. "Forgive me for being blunt, but both people in this image are mosaicked out, and we cannot even make out their faces. We can only infer that the female knight with long golden hair was Durandal; we cannot infer that her opponent was Zhao Bai."
"Are you blind?"
Einstein's question earned a curse from Cocolia.
Was this the fan filter?
She had seen it firsthand today. From one huge mass of pixels, Cocolia had actually inferred who they were on the spot, deriving the correct answer from a pile of incorrect evidence. Cocolia was terrifying indeed.
"Durandal clashed with Zhao Bai. Combined with previous intelligence, Zhao Bai treasures St. Freya above all else. Therefore, Schicksal European Headquarters and the Far East Branch are at odds, and Theresa's faction is an ally we can win over."
"Tch."
Einstein did not know what to say.
She had witnessed combat on that level with her own eyes. It had ranged from the ocean depths to the moon; there was no way it could have been confined to a tiny inland sea. Those two had probably just been sparring with restraint at the time, friendly and harmonious.
The evidence was outrageously wrong.
However, the Far East Branch and Schicksal Headquarters being at odds was also an indisputable fact.
Deriving a completely correct conclusion from a mountain of wrong, arbitrary, subjective evidence based entirely on her own speculation was, in its own way, a unique talent.
Einstein felt that they could not continue this meeting.
If this went on, the crude strategies of this military strategist would give her a headache from sheer frustration.
Just as this meeting was about to turn into a Zhao Bai praise conference, a sudden accident changed everything.
Space trembled.
The dark, profound