Balance of Power, Devil

Upon hearing this, Elvis fell silent.

At that moment, he was also engaged in an intense internal struggle—not because he was particularly loyal to the Allied Forces.

Rather, he knew all too well that if his identity as an Imperial agent were exposed, both he and the Lincoln Family would be doomed without a burial place! But if he refused, then the scene that devil had described earlier would become his own near future.

The former was dangerous, but the latter was an abyss!

On a path where moving forward or backward meant inevitable ruin, even Elvis, a transcendent Mage, could not help feeling a chill run through him. He cursed the monster before him nonstop in his heart.

Yet as Elvis's expression shifted repeatedly, John calmly rose and sat back down in his chair. He then picked up the tea before him and took a sip. The black tea had long since lost its warmth, and its original fragrance had been replaced by astringency as it sat. John could not help slightly furrowing his brows after taking a sip, but he did not put down the cup. "Instead, he asked Elvis as casually as if they were merely chatting:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Elvis, who do you think will be the final victor in the war between the Empire and the Allied Forces?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as you believing the Allied Forces will win in the end. Hmm, I have to admit, that's also the view shared by most people in the world." "After all, unlike the Empire, which is fighting alone, the Allied Forces have more than a dozen countries. Though the armies of those countries are mostly inferior to our Imperial Army in combat strength, the Magecraft Technology facilities developed by the