In the oppressive silence, Sebolutes finally spoke. "According to reports from the front, a large number of Undead appeared at the Red Fortress last night, including Angels and Great Dragons. Do you think it could have been..." He glanced toward the Anomalies Bureau headquarters.
Marquis Belon frowned. He had received no such news, which meant Sebolutes clearly had better sources than he did.
But this was no time to dwell on such details. He fixed his gaze on Sebolutes. "You're saying Wood Slater secretly left the Royal Capital and went south to help Cyrabelle at the Red Fortress?"
Sebolutes nodded. "It's quite possible. Even if Cyrabelle used a trick to blow up the Red Fortress, she couldn't have wiped out two hundred thousand Revolutionary Army troops in one stroke otherwise."
Marquis Belon narrowed his eyes. "If that's true, this may be our chance. We could..."
But halfway through, he shook his head helplessly. "No. Even if we seize the opportunity to crush the Anomalies Bureau and City Guard in Stinnard, Cyrabelle can still take control when she returns with her victorious army. We'd only give her an excuse to move against us."
Sebolutes nodded. "It's a pity all two hundred thousand troops were wiped out overnight. If they'd kept up the military pressure, Cyrabelle wouldn't have dared act rashly even after returning. Without the Revolutionary Army holding her back, she'll have a free hand. It seems it's time to change our strategy. We can't stay in this Royal Palace."
Marquis Belon and Marquis Carpson both stiffened, then understood what Sebolutes meant. The Space-Time Gate beneath the Royal Palace was an important passage to the Main World. Before, with the Little King there as a pretext, Cyrabelle had no reason to make a move. But after the battle at Edis Prison,