At this time, the sky was gradually darkening. Beatrice watched as Louis boarded the carriage and left, suddenly sighing:
"Qian, it seems more and more people can't wait to test the waters with Father."
Qian adjusted her glasses and said calmly:
"This is normal. His Majesty has suppressed the demigods of various nations for over a hundred years. In such a long time, no strong individual from any race on the entire continent has been his match."
"Power inevitably draws caution, let alone when His Majesty also..."
As if recalling something unspeakable, Qian adjusted her glasses again and fell silent.
Beatrice quietly examined the details of the report submitted this afternoon, suddenly smiling as she said:
"The conflict between the Abyssal Church and the darker side of the Love God has escalated, and they want to drag our Ense down with them. These old folks are truly insidious, one more than the next."
