"There's no one else here. You can just call them the rebel army," Yani said. "They declared themselves after Fermo and called themselves the 'International Joint Relief Column.' Ha ha ha! It sounds like a volunteer charity organization."
"But this charity organization just took out a longtime Fermo warlord. And you, of course, turned out just as you predicted... Whew. So this is the power of foresight? Yani, won't this bring you closer and closer to the beings of the Void?"
If it had been anyone else, they would surely have thought Krel was deliberately cursing her.
And in fact, he was. But though her displeasure remained only verbal, Amida Berenkest merely smiled, making no effort to hide her sarcasm. "Yu Lian has never worried about it. Why should I?"
It was yet another far too convincing example, leaving Krel speechless once again.
"Krel, judging a situation like this doesn't require foresight. You've read that book too. Even with that little head of yours, worn nearly flat, you should be able to figure out that a group organized in that way would have an overwhelming advantage in Fermo. As long as they had average luck and caution, they were bound to establish a foothold."
That was too harsh! Wh-what did she mean, worn flat? I've still got a hundred years left! Krel was furious and hurt, but he could only swallow his pride and stay silent.
After all, that wasn't Yani's main point.
Interrupting her over some minor detail would only make things worse for him.
"Besides, Mr. Babalu is an outstanding man. If he'd been born in the Alliance, we would have helped him become president."
Krel Belmont had to admit she was right, though he also felt that someone as principled as Babalu would surely have turned down