Cyril turned his head to glance at Sun Derrick's somewhat tense face and reassured him, "Don't worry. Someone will keep an eye on Lovia, just as someone has always been watching you from the shadows."
"With the City of Silver able to use Sealed Artifacts, a Shepherd Elder cannot pose much danger unless she directly sacrifices herself to summon the True Creator."
"But Elder Lovia probably has not gone mad to that extent. Otherwise, your Chief would not have let her out."
Derrick nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Then what can I do?"
"Raise your Sequence as quickly as possible. Only power held in your own hands is real."
After a pause, Cyril looked toward Mr. Fool at the head of the table and said calmly, "Actually, you do not need to be so nervous."
Following his gaze, Derrick also instinctively looked toward Mr. Fool, whose figure was always shrouded in Gray Fog and exceptionally indistinct.
Seeing Mr. Fool's relaxed, unmoving posture, he immediately felt at peace.
...Since Mr. Fool has not issued a warning, that means things have not reached the point I imagined.
With that thought, he gradually calmed down.
At the head of the table, Fool Klein, whose expression could not be seen beneath the Gray Fog, expressionlessly glared at Cyril.
...Don't casually pin that title on me!
Although I have indeed ruined the True Creator's schemes more than once, that was all under various unexpected circumstances. If I truly faced the True Creator directly, I probably would not last even one second.
After several seconds of silence, Hermit Cattleya asked at an appropriate moment, "The Blasphemer Amon you mentioned earlier—is he the ancestor of the Amon Family of the Fourth Epoch's Tudor Empire, that Creator's son?"
Cyril leaned back slightly and replied in an even tone, "There