"Looking at the current situation, the moon god race will be in a very passive position!"
"Without me, the three factions will be forced to act individually."
"Even if my vice-general is promoted, he will probably follow in my footsteps sooner or later."
"Then again, there is the possibility that he's betrayed me. If so, things will become even more troublesome."
The more Prometheus thought about it, the more he felt that this was a dangerous situation.
The war with the Knights of the Round Table was already bad enough, but now the internal strife had intensified to the point where even he had been targeted.
Did the Great Lord want to use this opportunity to take control of the entire moon god race?
"I was actually tricked by the Great Lord!"
However, there was no use in regretting it. It was clearly too late.
