After Jerman and Angel left.
Gilan stood alone by the office window.
He gazed at the night sky, lost in a daze.
From the two July Apostles, Gilan had learned the truth behind Tolina's "scapegoating" and identified the culprits responsible.
"Par, Gabriel..."
Gilan murmured, his expression grave.
His targets were two Rank 9 Apostles. With his current strength, he was still no match for them.
And the situation within his own camp was deeply worrying.
He would likely have a hard time finding any help.
There was no need to mention the Sorrowful Madonna. She had been plotted against and was currently in a state of "scapegoating," utterly unable to act. Snow Lady had also been ambushed and severely wounded, her strength greatly diminished.
Only the Crippled King and Torrent, the two Hour-Gods, were holding the situation together. Yet the Federation had four Hour-Gods!
Not to mention that their number of Apostles was far smaller than the enemy's, leaving them at a constant disadvantage.
The situation was growing worse by the moment.
The Empire's higher-ups probably can't help with this matter. I can only rely on myself.
Gilan frowned deeply as he thought.
Although Angel is willing to lend a hand, she can at most hold one of them off. I'll have to deal with the other myself.
What method can rapidly increase my strength in a short time...?
He sank into thought.
Gilan walked over to the single-seater sofa by the window and sat down, resting his cheek on one hand, his gaze profound.
Although I possess a String of Law and have anchored my residence at Black Castle, allowing me to use Tolina's status to absorb massive amounts of Ripple Energy at close range...
*Even so, I'll need at least two more months to accumulate the Ripples required