But saying that at a time like this was clearly somewhat inappropriate.
So he merely nodded and smiled.
"Alright."
Saying alright didn't mean he would stop recruiting Merlins.
If they really had to pursue the matter...
At worst, he could fire all the Merlins and replace them with Merris instead.
Having received such assurance, Mobius's breathing seemed to settle considerably.
She looked around, and the conveniently shrunken version of herself entered her field of vision.
True Name: Mobius Class: Pretender Strength: E Endurance: E Agility: E Mana: E Luck: A Noble Phantasm: A++
Pretender—the one who wore another's role, an impostor who coveted another's glory and title.
A clown coveting another's glory and title...
Her face remained expressionless, as though she felt little emotion.
"Let's go. We still need to visit other Lostbelts, so don't linger here. Besides, isn't that little girl who's even stupider than this fat hag waiting for you somewhere else?"
She urged Russell, who had only just sat down, along with the people picnicking with him, to leave this Lostbelt.
"We're leaving now?"
Elysia rose to her feet and walked toward the newly created Mobius. The action instantly brought a flash of ferocity to Mobius's face.
"Elysia, get out of here now!!"
The gentle woman did not turn back.
Instead, she crouched down and extended a finger toward the little one, whose eyes were still somewhat unfocused and who did not appear to be as intelligent as Mobius.
"Hello, hello."
"...Hello."
Was her mind somewhat childish because she was so small?
The little one seemed rather timid, and her reply had a childlike tone as well.
After receiving her response, a faint smile bloomed on Elysia's face.
Only then did she turn back to Mobius.
"Is it really alright to leave 'yourself' behind?"
"Sharing