It seemed like they should leave, but if they left now and something happened to Screwllum, who would be able to handle it?
Pom-Pom glanced in Sunday's direction, then hurried forward.
"Cecilia, take Stelle and the others to Ms. Topaz first. Go pay Ms. Herta and Ms. Ruan Mei a visit."
Pom-Pom gave the order to Cecilia behind her, but Screwllum shook his head at that moment. "I happen to have matters I need to discuss with Ruan Mei and Herta as well."
"..."
The sight made both Herta and Ruan Mei frown. Ever since the world factions had been split in two, they had rarely met with Screwllum.
Differences in ideals could get people killed.
After all, that was simply how things were in this version of the world. Yet even understanding that, Screwllum had still summoned the two of them...
This visitor came with ill intent.
"Fine. Let's see what you're plotting for now."
Herta agreed readily. Screwllum might have been a genius, but at his core, he was a warlord among warlords.
If one took his greeting as nothing more than a greeting, that would be rather March 7th of them.
"...Is this going to be a gathering?"
March 7th watched Herta and Ruan Mei head toward Screwllum one after another, and her eyelids twitched violently.
The Path of Knowledge was a highly polarized Path.
—Traveling far along this Path only added inspiration. It added absolutely nothing else.
An old man from the Doctorate Society who could manufacture Curios might still be shot dead by an armed criminal.
But once one reached the level of a genius, things were clearly different...
Herta, who operated the Simulated Universe and locked down possibilities; Ruan Mei, who cultivated war stars, created demi-planes, and raised evil entities; and Screwllum, the Emperor