As if he acted alone, and once again, secretively, Maximilian began to initiate his plan.
Maximilian: [Being the Lord and all, I can't bring someone who my servants acknowledge as an enemy right through the gates. Lilith would think that I am forcing Grantt to do everything here.]
Grantt: (B-But you are though...)
From the forest, Ophelia and Maximilian were gauging their plan from the distance. The sun was slowly setting and it was only hours away before the plan he was explaining would take place.
Maximilian: [Shut up. If you are not going to follow through, when are you going to let Mina's state be like that? Moreover, we still have to cure that one as well.]
Ophelia: [You sure have a chaotic mind. It feels like entangling strings that are tried together. It's visible, yet hard to comprehend.]
Ophelia could only describe what she could see in Maximilian's body, where his mind was a bunch of lines that scrambled together instead of one that would be easy to read.
