When the two Old Guard nobles, Little and Valentin, left, their expressions were as heavy and complicated as that Privy Cardinal's.
They had never imagined that a god was hidden within Aetandin.
"Little, what do we do next?"
Valentin asked worriedly.
"Stand firmly by the Church of Mist."
"If Aetandin's heir were not the Snake School's heir, we could still choose the Snake School, but now?"
"Other than the Church of Mist, we have no choice."
Little said with certainty.
Valentin nodded.
Yes.
Other than the Church of Mist, did they have any other choice?
The Royal House of Aetandin was out of the question. His Majesty the Sixth was a figure like Jackal.
The Temple of the War God?
It was the same, perhaps even more worthy of caution than His Majesty the Sixth.
And the Silent Night Secret Society?
Valentin would never associate with people who used living humans for experiments.
After all...
Quite a few of his and Little's relatives had died in that Plague.
Therefore, the Church of Mist was their only choice.
Its doctrine was mild, and its strength was considerable.
It truly was the best option.
Valentin sighed to himself.
"Then should we begin investing?"
Valentin continued.
"Investing?"
"No!"
"We need to put everything we have into this!"
Little said with a smile.
"What?"
Valentin froze.
But the count soon began to think it over carefully.
He believed Little would never say something without reason.
Then, if Little said it, there naturally had to be a reason.
Although...
He could not quite figure it out, if Little believed the Church of Mist was worth doing this for, then they would do it.
"I'll follow your lead."
Valentin replied.
Little nodded slightly. Sitting in the carriage, his eyes grew distant as he thought once again