It took little thought to realize that when the Hainalson Family could finally return to this mine, either they would be on the verge of extinction, with the last of their bloodline returning to their ancestral home to meet their end, or conditions outside would finally have improved.
Either possibility would matter deeply to someone who valued his family and had at least a little conscience.
So that Archmage must have prepared some enormous magic array beneath this mine... either they would live together, or they would die together.
Now, though, it would probably serve perfectly to wipe out the enemy in one fell swoop.
No matter how many tunnels those people dug or how many random teleportation methods they prepared, none would work against an enormous magic array that would inevitably absorb all the underground energy.
And it would leave even more room for the Archmage who had turned himself into the spirit of the mine.
But all of this depended on Felis becoming Felis of the Hainalson Family.
Hill was no longer merely frowning. Even his nose had scrunched up.
"Sir?" This truly was the first time Liszt had seen Hill so troubled.
Their Little Bear had always been the sort to leave something for later if he could not figure it out right away.
The answer would reveal itself eventually, anyway.
Liszt had truly never seen him look so distressed before.
Hill gave a sudden start. "Ah... Liszt, what do you think I should choose?"
Although his question came out of nowhere, Liszt understood Hill well enough to grasp what he meant.
Hill's current state was clearly the work of a mage's instincts... he wanted to understand everything that happened to him, even trace it all back to its roots.
Yet doing so would clearly affect his