It was a matter of life and death.
They argued with exceptional ferocity.
Their sovereign, Goetia, sat calmly upon his throne.
With the only finger among his ten that wore a fake ring, he tapped against the armrest.
By all reasonable standards, it was utterly absurd not to step forward and take charge at such a critical moment—but he simply watched the Demon Gods beneath him argue pointlessly.
He was anxious.
But he also knew that Chaldea's people were even more anxious.
Any planet harassed by the Visitor from Beyond would be stripped of every trace of life.
The planet's native soul would be devoured completely as well.
The pressure such an incomparably cruel calamity placed upon humanity was surely greater than that placed upon Arts life such as themselves.
If beings like them still had a chance to linger on in wretched existence, then humanity was certain to be exterminated.
A man asked, "If the cuckoo does not sing and one wishes to hear it sing, what should one do?"
Nobunaga said, "If the cuckoo does not sing, kill it."
Hideyoshi said, "If the cuckoo does not sing, tease it until it does."
Ieyasu said, "If the cuckoo does not sing, wait for it to sing."
At this moment.
The role he needed to play was that of the turtle among the Three Great Names.
Since they were destined to cooperate for some time to come.
He could not expect the Chaldeans to completely attach themselves to him—that would be servitude, not an alliance. He had no ability to wipe out Chaldea without breaking a few teeth himself.
Therefore—
Patience was important.
Let time itself force the other side into concessions.
As Goetia thought this, he shifted his gaze toward the clamorous Uruk.
He firmly believed.
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