The solution came to Tristan a moment later.
'If Gospel's influence spreads through public opinions, I have to skew it to my side to fix this, and do it right now. Things won't get better if I just wait for things to subside on their own.'
This was much easier said than done, though. Tristan couldn't write a speech compelling enough to counter Gospel's influence, and he doubted anyone could.
'I should focus on my own strengths. Say… I'm not as good with words, but unlike Gospel, I can actually show my face to people. There are still so many of them who adore me, and plenty of others who will just feel sympathetic toward another human. Toward someone who acts like their friend. Then I can use my own skills to sway them on my side.'
Tristan hummed thoughtfully under his breath, then called Derek.
It was evening—his off-hours, technically, but the man picked the call quickly.
