Replacing Robin was only the first step. Securing assistance was the key.
"They used the Swarm Disaster and Entropy Disaster's powers on my brother. The Emissaries of Knowledge went too far."
Sunday spoke slowly, bringing up something that seemed completely unrelated to the present situation.
As soon as he said that, the girl across from him could not help showing a look of agreement.
—She had previously worked for the company.
In her daily life, she had naturally dealt with geniuses plenty of times—those bastards always scribbled down a couple of lines and called it work, yet they were absolute masters at collecting payment.
And every single one of them was vicious, lacked all moral principles, and seemed to treat every project as some kind of taboo.
"True, but there's nothing we can do about it. They really are far smarter than normal people. Or rather, in their eyes, most of us are probably monkeys."
As Topaz spoke, she looked at Robin's face, thought for a moment, then continued.
"Still, your brother seems to have some problems too... Why does he act like he has hyperthyroidism all day?"
"He suddenly wanted to duel Russell, dragged people in halfway through, and then pinpointed the topic of chaos with perfect accuracy, stomping right onto the current weak spots of Ruan Mei and Herta."
"Even if the current universe deliberately intensifies conflicts, this kind of perfectly accurate chain of landmine-stomping and hyperthyroid episodes is still ridiculous."
Sunday: "..."
He fell silent for quite a while before speaking, placing himself and the Emissaries of Intellect in the same category.
"I think... perhaps we should seek out people capable of opposing both the geniuses and Order."
If you got beaten, you had to stand straight. That was common sense.
His behavior did indeed look a