At this sight, the attackers froze in place, every face bearing the same emotion.
It was not fear, nor was it shock, but bewilderment.
A plan.
Of course they had a plan.
It was a plan jointly devised by a senior advisor who had defected from Military Intelligence Section Nine, a secret society from the Intis Republic, and a pirate general backed by the Feynapotter Kingdom. Every step had been deduced with the strictest logic, every variable factored into their calculations.
They had even bribed an informant within the Machinery Hivemind Church and learned that Edwin had consumed the potion.
So they had set up the "Mangekyo Sharingan," severing reality and stripping him of every external advantage.
To be safe, they had sent four demigods: a Demon Hunter, an Iron-Blooded Knight, a Black Knight, and the most bizarre of them all, a Manipulator.
Such a lineup was enough to encircle and kill a Sequence 2 angel on a frontal battlefield.
But now...
From the moment that pillar of light tore through heaven and earth to the moment Edwin Clafert stood on the reviewing stand again, how long had it taken? Three minutes? Or five?
Time had lost all meaning.
What mattered was the result.
Those four things floating beside Edwin were the result.
Four demigods were dead.
They had died without a sound—died so easily.
Count Hall, standing on the reviewing stand, was equally shocked.
He was not a Beyonder and could not understand what those four clumps of energy represented.
But he knew that the attackers had caused such a huge commotion because they intended to kill Edwin.
Yet Edwin had emerged completely unharmed in the end. That could only mean one thing.
Everything was just as Stiano had said. It was all under Edwin's control—
Edwin's gaze swept