The sky outside the car window was pitch black. The enclosed space was soundproofed by magic, making the air especially stifling.
"But what can I do about it?"
Eileen drooped her eyes, mumbling.
The cost of betraying the Bishop of Destruction was something she would rather die than bear.
"If I'm not mistaken, your happy life should have also been ruined by Ivanos when you were a child. You began climbing up step by step through mountains of corpses to reach your current position, correct?"
From what Lanci learned earlier about the past experiences of soldiers directly under the Destruction Branch, including Ivanos' way of training Grand Priests, he could be sure that the majority of Grand Priests, loyal to Ivanos, were deeply dominated by fear.
This was obviously a wrong team management method.
"Yes..."
Eileen bowed her head, her eyes full of despair, but the smile on her face was near to breaking, as if it were anticipating some sort of relief.