Inside the conference room.
The meeting, which had not exactly been progressing smoothly, was finally bludgeoned into silence by the overwhelming assault of Lynn's Targeting Incantation.
"So, I think I'll leave the decision to you."
Sir Awen took a deep breath and was the first to break the strangely unnatural silence, trying hard to restore a serious expression to his face.
He tapped the table.
"If we really intend to carry out this plan, we'll have to spread the Targeting Incantation and Ritual Magic Array throughout as many surface worlds as possible to improve our chances of success. Which brings us back to this serious question: are we really sure we want to spread an incantation like this?"
Everyone fell silent yet again.
Because it really was far too depraved.
But it was not the intimidating sort of depravity. It was something much harder to describe...
The Titan Head also took a deep breath, examining that sentence in the incantation with a serious, conflicted expression before saying:
"I don't think it matters-you all know my son-in-law-if he dared to write a fetish like that into the incantation-then he must have his reasons-and he believes in pragmatism-usefulness above all else-if a single sentence can raise the summoning success rate by ninety percent-"
He continued gravely.
"Then how could he possibly not use it?"
Everyone considered this, then nodded in general agreement.
Exactly.
From what they knew of him, he truly was a fearless man. He had even dared to follow the Colossus Brain in bombarding Hell, and had taken on the task of provoking Hell itself. How could he possibly care about something like this?
Nobody understood family better than family.
Besides, he might even feel a little wicked, twisted excitement about it...
After all, what got him going was somewhat