Edwin stood on the top floor of the clock tower in Cherwood Borough, watching the crowds below.
His gaze was not focused on Backlund's muddy streets.
In a dimension invisible to ordinary people, an illusory sea churned.
It was the sea of the subconscious of the Loen Kingdom's tens of millions of people.
Unlike before, however, a vast red patch had appeared in this sea, and it was steadily spreading outward.
It represented the system formed by the Beyonders of the Revolutionary Pathway.
Through this ocean, Edwin could see several points of light representing the revolutionary sequence flashing desperately in the area around Tingen City.
Those were the union officials trying to calm the workers' fury.
Their efforts were not having much effect. Beneath the placid surface, undercurrents surged.
That meant someone had taken control of this region's permissions from a higher dimension.
Edwin took a silver coin from his pocket and rolled it between his fingers.
Anyone capable of suppressing the revolutionaries' collective consciousness to this extent had to be highly skilled at manipulating the human mind.
Naturally, that brought one particular person to mind—
"Adam...?"
Edwin murmured to himself. If that was the case, the chain of events was clear.
The lunatics in the Aurora Order had a straightforward goal: draw a ritual array and bring down the True Creator.
But Adam and his Twilight Hermit Order were different.
What those people loved most was hiding behind the scenes and controlling how everything unfolded.
Boss Maynard's death, the shooting at the Red Rose Club, furious workers, arrogant nobles.
It was a chain of coordinated moves.
Adam did not care whether the True Creator could descend. What he wanted was war.
He wanted to provoke an all-out conflict between the Workers' Party and the old aristocracy, engulfing the Loen