Masters of Playing Dumb

That was right. Although the reinforcements from Mulhergra looked impressive and the Moon Sect's Lunar Warriors were formidable, no one could guarantee that their target was the Demacians.

Even though, in the eyes of almost every Shuriman, the Moon and Sun were bitter enemies, ultimately that was just wishful thinking on their part.

The Aspects had their own attitudes. To the mighty Aspects, stirring up conflict between their followers was sometimes no different from humans making crickets fight.

The Solar Sect and the Moon Sect could be bitter enemies.

They could also meet, smile, and bury the hatchet.

In fact, if you looked closely, both sects had already made all the preparations needed to meet, smile, and bury the hatchet.

The Solar Sect had an Aspect named Leona.

Leona had a childhood friend with whom she shared an ambiguous relationship. Her name was Diana, and she was the current Aspect of the Moon.

Personal relationships weren't reliable, but sometimes they could serve as a bridge for communication.

The will of an Aspect's true form wasn't all that important, either. But judging by what had happened with Artreus and Taric, failing to take an Aspect's feelings into account could also backfire.

The Solar Sect and the Moon Sect had been at odds for years, but since the Moon had been driven from Mount Targon, there hadn't been much bloodshed between them.

On top of that, the Demacians had arrived. They could worship the Aspects, and they hadn't yet decided which Aspect to worship...

If—just hypothetically—the Demacians were willing to mediate, could the two sides turn their brutal religious war into a milder rivalry, dividing up their spheres of influence through proselytizing?

Blake, who had been eagerly awaiting the reinforcements, clearly hadn't considered that possibility.

What he hadn't expected, either, was that