"It is quite normal to have both support and opposition," Anaxa said with a calm expression.
"Just as the world is divided into the wise and the fools."
"Hehe... Your remarks remain as sharp as ever."
Arriving at the center of the vast plaza, Kenis, who was walking in front, slowed her pace, turned slowly, and spread her arms:
"Welcome back to the center of the [Demi-God Council], Your Excellency Anaxagoras."
"I am sure you remember: countless eloquent orators have stood here, using demagogic language to return in triumph."
"Countless blasphemous philosophers have also stood here, drinking hemlock and dying because they refused to plead for themselves."
"This tiny stage is precisely the most profound epitome of Okhema over thousands of years."
"And in fifteen days and nights, this place will also become the most important and final turning point in Okhema's history..."
"May you and I both live up to our mission, leading the world back to that Golden Age free from [death], [strife], and [trickery]."
Hearing this, Cthulhu, who had been completely inconspicuous all along, smiled at Anaxa and said:
"Ah, fifteen days and nights... That happens to be your time of death, how can there be such a coincidence in the world?"
"Proving the Dao through death suits my wishes precisely," Anaxa's gaze was calm.
"How resonant!" Kenis could not see Cthulhu, thinking Anaxa was speaking to her.
"As expected of a hero who dares to stand toe-to-toe with that [Golden Weave]."
"Enough," Anaxa crossed his arms and said with some impatience:
"Your Excellency Kenis, dispense with the pleasantries."
"I have accepted the invitation only to pull together with the members of the Elder Council, so do not test my patience with these tedious formalities."
"That may be so..." Kenis said in a deep voice:
"Your