"This truly is a vast stage."
Slaier stood on a hillside, gazing distantly at the Kaelonde Kingdom.
He had witnessed the death of Kafu the Sixth.
Honestly, he bore some of the responsibility for Kafu the Sixth's death.
If it weren't for his appearance in the Helong Mountain Range, incarnating as a wish-granting Sage, and ultimately alerting Maxwell, Kafu the Sixth might not have inevitably met a disastrous end.
Slaier's thought was not an exaggeration.
Had Maxwell not been proactively prepared for war, nor understood the changes among the Dwarves, he would have been caught even more off guard, suffered a greater defeat, and even if he had survived and made it to the Royal City, he wouldn't have been trusted by the Golan people, become Regent, and organized the Golans to resist Kaelonde's conquest and invasion.
Slaier's actions were like those of a small butterfly, flapping its wings.
