Jia Xiu had a lot of problems right now.
But when it came to problems, he had a threshold.
Before that threshold was exceeded, his stress increased along with the number of problems. But once it was breached—
Sigh! The stress vanished in an instant.
No matter how many more problems there were, his stress would not increase.
Whatever will be, will be.
As Paula suddenly vanished from the clearing at the edge of the woods outside Gawad's manor, Jia Xiu found himself far less concerned about that bizarre stranger of unknown origin and strange purpose. At first, he had been confused, then angry and dissatisfied, but now it no longer seemed so important.
He still wanted to figure out where she had come from and what exactly a quaternary spell language was.
But it simply was not that urgent anymore.
What had once been a goal demanding immediate resolution had become something that could be scheduled slowly.
After all, there was no use rushing.
There were more pressing matters to worry about.
Jia Xiu briefly ranked his many unresolved problems by importance in his mind, then reached the same conclusion Margaret had suggested.
They should check on Becky first.
Just in case—he meant, just in case—she could still be saved.
Paula's plan had been to kill Becky, an Archdevil's human family member, to break the current deadlock and draw in an enraged Archdevil seeking vengeance.
It was easy enough to understand. Becky was like Archduke Ferdinand—also a noble—and Gawad was Sarajevo. The difference was that Archduke Ferdinand had lost a pair, while she had lost one.
Although she was not the fundamental cause of war between the various races and the Devil Race, she could absolutely become the direct cause.
How truly "interesting." How many years had it been