The forceful and composed counterstrike drew the attention of Lucia, who was sitting beside Dejir, her somber eyes shifting toward Roland.
"Similarly, simply changing the dominant position of different races—that can't be called a world transformation, can it? It's just a continuation of the existing order in a different form."
"So, you intend to stop our transformation? Then do you have a better proposal, one that can surpass the correct judgments of that great person?"
It was not just a voice of mockery that came over but also a chill that once again cooled the air that had just warmed a little inside the carriage.
"Or perhaps, you think you can slowly find a new path, proving that besides military conquest and complete control, there's another way to achieve coexistence among different races and happiness for all? Do you believe you can conquer the world, transcend fate?"
