Zoe helped Theus into a quiet room. After settling him in, she left the room.
This was Theus's request.
For now, all his efforts to save Castel had failed. The enemy was overwhelmingly powerful, yet the information he had obtained was extremely limited.
But as Theus had said, if he intended to struggle until the very last moment and try every possibility, then now was not the time to sit around and wait for death.
Even if the seawater flooded in tonight, he still had a few hours to think of something.
If there was no way to solve the problem in Castel, then he could descend into another body!
That was Theus's current plan. He intended to go outside and use Worker Theus's body to gather information. If all else failed, he would speak with Beatrice directly and gamble that she would not immediately sever the connection. Perhaps he could learn something that way.
As for whether what he learned would be useful, he had no idea.
At the very least, he already knew the truth about the Pirate King's Court. With information, perhaps he really could piece something together.
Time to return.
Theus's weak eyes gradually turned vacant. At the same time, upon the throne, Theus raised his head.
He slowly swept his gaze over the palace chamber and sighed, hoping this would not be the last time he descended into Lord Theus's body.
Shaking his head, he turned his gaze toward Worker Theus. That body raised its head and revealed a shy smile.
Soon, darkness fell over his vision.
When he woke, Theus instinctively wanted to manipulate the threads and pull the others into the connection, but then he froze.
The threads were gone.
This time, Theus truly widened his eyes. This was his last hope—could it