Fifty miles from the Capital, within a secluded manor, several elders were sitting beside a stone table, drinking and displaying an air of persisting concern between their brows.
"You think we're going a bit too far? Everyone's gone, leaving behind this mess. Can that youngster Caesar clean it up?"
Morrison asked uncertainly.
Opposing the Clergy is one thing, but we can't oppose the Lord of the Dawn. Although the Divine Spirit hasn't shown up in thousands of years, the believers are still here!
An incident of this scale cannot be resolved with a simple denial.
Even Hudson, the nominal headmaster, had rushed to the Capital as soon as he received the news to handle the aftermath, let alone us, the high-ranking officials of the academy.
"Don't worry, the sky isn't falling!
There are still so many important ministers in the Court. They know how to handle these kinds of incidents. Pinning the blame on a Cult organization isn't anything difficult.
