Caelan fell into a long, deep silence.
In truth, what Orlando and Caesar had said was not entirely without reason.
Take the Lord of Abyss, for example. Who could possibly be certain what kind of attitude such an overwhelmingly powerful existence would hold when he came to the World of Myriad Races?
If he arrived bearing hostility, then how were the myriad races supposed to respond?
An existence of such terrifying power was a dreadful colossus even to a race as formidable as the elves.
Therefore, the myriad races had only one choice.
Only by forming a union would they have any possibility of surviving.
Caelan understood all of these principles very clearly in his heart.
However, he was still unwilling to kill his own younger sister a second time.
Thus, the only option left to him now was to collect every single item left behind by Sovereign Ranni, and then see whether he could ask her to grant him another method.
