This sudden and grand conference ended just like that.
Lorenzo had long since left, but no one else in the meeting room had departed. They maintained silence, exchanging vigilant glances with each other.
Their conflict was far from over; in fact, it had only just begun.
"You won't give up so easily, will you?"
Arthur looked at Anthony beside him. He had prepared so thoroughly against Lorenzo, and if Lorenzo weren't so uncontrollable, he might have succeeded this time.
A man with a displaced self-awareness, under a few brainwashing words of persuasion, might actually cooperate with Anthony.
"Naturally, the Pseudo Holy Grail is an important asset to the Evangelical Church."
Anthony answered unabashedly.
"But this is Old Dunling."
"Maybe... for some reason, you might side with us too?"
Anthony uttered such an enigmatic sentence, as if everything was still under his control.
"Arthur, do you think a person's will can be shattered?"
