"The guardian god of the Upper City, or the guardian god of the slums?"
Talulah cared deeply about that.
"I don't know. Supposedly, she once scattered a lot of Lungmen Dollars through the slums. But whether they're from the slums or the Upper City, whenever they have time, they go to her shrine to pray and leave some offering money."
"Oh..."
How had a gangster become a guardian god?
Did one person really possess such great power that everyone in an entire city feared her?
W's expression remained perfectly natural. She had no intention of sharing her intelligence. The Reunion Movement only knew that she had taken a vacation, conveniently "restored a country" in Kazimierz during that time, and then returned to work.
"Wait for the right opportunity."
They needed a major upheaval, something that would draw all of Lungmen's attention to the incident. Then they could drive Chernobog into Lungmen. Internal strife was naturally the best choice, but it was not the only one. Talulah possessed exceptional command ability and could always find possibilities within the impossible. She was working hard to find an alternative solution.
It was difficult.
All of a sudden, she revealed her compassionate side. She went to Mephisto's bedside and told him he had to survive, then turned and returned to the very top of the tower.
A new opening.
Unless a massive Catastrophe was about to strike Lungmen, there was simply no way to divert the authorities' attention.
W knew that clearly.
If that woman were there, she could even block a Catastrophe.
No, "even" was the wrong word.
Even Catastrophes could only tremble beneath her feet, losing their usual overwhelming might as they swept across the land.
"W, do you know something?"
Faust lowered his crossbow.
"Don't ask me that. I'm just a