A "Demon" formula alone was not enough to make a "Desire Apostle" of the Beria Family take such a risk; it was not his only channel for obtaining potion formulas.
"You can show him this Card of Blasphemy. It is a temptation no 'Devil' can refuse."
Baros Hopkins's eyes lit up. He gave a slight nod toward Adam, who sat at the very front.
"I understand."
He had originally planned to use roundabout, persuasive methods to make the "Desire Apostle" hiding in Backlund accept this dangerous task, but there was no need now. No demon could refuse the Demon Card within the Card of Blasphemy, unless they were those old demons who had been driven back into the Abyss during the Third Epoch.
This topic soon came to an end. In just a few words between these people, the fate of a ruling duke of the Loen Kingdom had been decided.
...As expected of the most powerful Concealment organization currently in existence. A few casual words were enough to determine the fate of a major figure.
Or perhaps Duke Negan did not count as a true major figure yet. At least in terms of personal strength, he fell far short of the standard.
Still, wasn't Adam being too calm? Ever since I met him, he has never seemed to have any intention of stopping things or changing their original course. What is he thinking?
The original ending was already good enough, so there was no need to make an actual change before he was certain he could steer things in a better direction? Or was he waiting for an opportunity, planning something bigger?
Probably the latter. The quietest moments for a "Spectator" were likely when they were writing a script.
As thoughts drifted through his mind, he heard Hermes raise