"This is of course a possibility," said Wistoria. She closed her eyes before stating calmly, "But we will think of that matter later on because it will be an accusation worth our lives."
"For now we will take this matter as the dark guilds working on their own while ignoring the orders of the council."
"If I had known that it was such a troublesome matter, I would have never taken this mission," muttered Levy.
"You are not the only one filled with regrets," said Wistoria, bloodthirst oozing from every single pore of her body as she muttered, "If I had recognised that man that day, I would have skinned and his people alive."
"I don't think you could have taken them all on your own," Damien heard Xavier say. "Not to mention you are not allowed at the Kiem family's territory. If you were caught lurking there, who knows how they would have turned the situation around for their own benefit?"
"So you want us to catch these people and even get rid of that music box?" Damien asked with a frown as he got to his feet and let out a loud belch.
Wistoria gave him a look of pure disdain as she said to him, "No. Our priority is to stop them from causing mayhem. You have no idea about the terrors that Azazel had caused when he was at the peak of his power. Because of that, even now beastmen feel terrified at the mere mention of that man's name."
"If the information about Doomsday gets spread among them, who knows what kind of trouble may arise?"
Also –
Wistoria hadn't forgotten how there were many supporters of Azazel waiting for his return.
Many believed that Azazel's means and beliefs were correct and proper. That only he deserved to be the ruler of their nation, even when the man had been nothing but cruel to many, the hysteria of pure blood was so deeply embedded in the hearts of the beastmen that they could not see reason.
Wistoria feared that if the cursed music box that was created by Azazel was to make an appearance, these people would stir once again.
"Do you think that someone is really trying to revive Aza–?"
"Do not invoke that name, Lord Damien. Especially not when we are trying to go against his forces," Xavier sternly said to him. "And to answer your question, I have no idea. But the signs are certainly pointing in that direction. If Lady Wistoria's guess is correct, then —"
"It is not good," Damien remarked.
Though he was not the one who suffered the humiliation, Damien wanted Emiliano to suffer. And Azazel too—what was he trying to do? He didn't mean anything by these words, but boy, if he was the one whose body was chopped into pieces with his limbs discarded in different parts, he would be too embarrassed to show his face again.
Like that was enough signs with flashing red glares that no one wanted him around.
But nope, it seemed like Azazel was one of those few men who always had a hard time understanding the signs of rejection.
He was still bidding his time while suffering the agony that he had caused to others, and yet he was still waiting for his revival.
All because he wanted to reign over the lands he had once ruled and was disposed of.
And if that was not bad enough, there was an idiot who was trying his best to help that transcendental.
Wistoria said that she was only guessing, but Damien was certain that her guess was more or less close to reality. Other than that bastard, Emiliano, who else would let a bunch of dark guild members sneak off the prison?
It had to be him. A psychopath who nailed his half-brother in the head — could there be anyone more crazy than him?
"Is this really going to work out?"