This Is Bad-the Evil God Is the One Who Went Mad

"Stellar Furnace? Output too high?" Theus froze for a moment, then quickly understood. "No problem. Raise the steelworks' planned production capacity for today to 80%."

Castel no longer needed that much steel. The steelworks had severe excess capacity, but with war about to break out, the factories could not be shut down. They could only lower production and keep themselves barely alive.

The factory directors would be overjoyed to hear that production could be raised.

Just then, Theus suddenly felt something strange.

It was hard to describe, as though something had fixed its gaze on him. A clammy, chilling stare fell upon him, as if it could see straight through him.

As if it could see straight through him.

Theus felt that it was not his flesh being watched. That gaze had pierced through his shell and stared directly at something more fundamental, following his soul ever higher—

"Hm?"

Before Theus could react, the gaze fled as though escaping. The cold, sinister sensation vanished in an instant.

Theus scratched his head.

". . . You were looking at me just now?"

"I was." The Banshee nodded, her eyes filled with clear, innocent purity.

". . . Probably not. Maybe it was just my imagination." Theus paused. "What was I saying?"

"You were talking about raising the steelworks' production target for today and so on. The Stellar Furnace just reported that its output has dropped back down again." The Banshee before him sensed the message coming through the Mind Link.

"It dropped? Then that's good. No need to raise it."

"But I already sent out the order. The factories were so happy—"

"It's fine. Send them another message. Share the good news that the Stellar Furnace has returned to stable operation."

Beatrice stood blankly in the elevator.

Theoretically, she was already