Cyber Space.
Lynn's consciousness discussed the final strategy and preparations with Sir Awen.
"I've already spoken to the God of Ten Thousand Machines about this. He can provide you with a 'badass teammate,' and without his assistance, it would be very difficult to get you involved."
Sir Awen's voice rumbled through his consciousness.
Lynn raised his head, looking hesitant. "Do we absolutely need his help? Actually, there's another layer to my plan..."
Sir Awen gave a bitter laugh. "I know. After successfully killing that Plague Doctor, you want to turn around and use those flesh plagues to threaten the Mechanical Church, right? That would indeed bring us the greatest benefit, but the risk is just as great. If you can think of it, the God of Ten Thousand Machines certainly can too."
"If we don't let him participate, he will never allow us to carry out this plan."
Lynn considered it for a moment, then nodded. "In that case, there's nothing we can do. Still, I'll do my best to make sure my teammate accidentally dies during the operation. I'm pretty good at that."
Sir Awen: "..."
The Wasteland.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines said gravely, "For the sake of the bigger picture-and you know the situation-I absolutely cannot let the people of Cyber carry out this plan alone. If they obtain the flesh plague, they'll have another means of holding us by the throat. So someone sufficiently powerful and loyal must take part."
"And right now, you're the only person your father has who is up to the task. That is why I came to you."
Silver Fantasy raised her head, her gaze growing colder.
Because the mere thought of that devilish human sent waves of humiliation and icy cold through her consciousness.
But she also understood