When the proposal passed, the Beast Inquisitor flew into a rage, slammed the door, and stormed out, brushing past Akane, who had been waiting outside.
As he left the small city where the Grand Council had been held, he saw a figure in a cloak woven from green grass standing at the gate, waiting for him.
"Sorrowwind? What are you doing here? Don't tell me that brat talked you around too, and you've come to back Him up?" he asked coldly, frowning.
The laughter of another great druid of the age came from beneath the cloak. "I was merely worried about an old friend, so I came to check on you."
"What is there to worry about? I'm doing just fine."
"Other than nearly being beaten to death by His Majesty Void Mask." Sorrowwind's tone carried a hint of mockery, but her concern was even more apparent. "If you had truly chosen to turn hostile and fight just now, you'd already be dead."
The Beast Inquisitor was silent for a while before saying, "No matter what, I would never have fought the Elven Grand Council."
"Yes, because you are the 'guardian god of the elven race,' after all. But you haven't done a very good job as a guardian god. To think you could even use reasons like 'disrupting the balance of nature'! If we're talking about disrupting nature's balance, could the Pasteur School possibly be worse than me? Do you know there are already rumors among the elves that you were afraid the Pasteur School would grow strong enough to threaten your position, so you forcibly declared them heretics despite the elders' objections?"
Badi lowered his eyes. "Let them say whatever they want. It has nothing to do with me."
"But now it does. The Pasteur School's heir has