Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

As soon as the host finished speaking, Lanci turned down the volume with the remote control.

He seemed to need a moment of quiet to think about what was happening.

As soon as they returned to the ground, everything had changed.

In the mere few dozen minutes they spent destroying Blood Moon City, from their perspective, the world below seemed transformed.

They couldn't comprehend why the world had become like this.

"From the moment I realized we lost contact with Violet, I felt something was amiss. At the time, I thought she was battling with Rashal and didn't have the mental capacity to respond, but later, when I tried to contact her again, she was completely unreachable."

Abigail reviewed the situation for everyone.

On this special day of action, Violet had temporarily borrowed the No. 8 Sacred Communication Magic from Secretary Nyla, as informed by Commander Abigail right after Rashal escaped.

Violet did successfully intercept Rashal, and a great battle erupted in the Divine Descendant Hall.

It was from that moment that communication was interrupted.

"What could we have done at the time to avoid this situation?"

Antanas still couldn't figure out what exactly they did wrong.

"Was there anyone who could have gone to support Violet on the surface?"

"We didn't have the manpower. Blood Moon City already had two more bishop-level forces than we did today."

"Even if we could have arrived, it would have been too late. Everything was too fast, and had there been any mistakes, we wouldn't have been able to demolish Blood Moon City. Demolishing Blood Moon City was absolutely the right choice."

Though still discussing Blood Moon City,

the dust had settled on these matters and they couldn't change anything.

Because after tonight, the entire Cerryti Empire, even the whole Southern Continent, would never be the same.

This minor earthquake was just a slight tremor from the wheel of fate of the world beginning to turn.

The real waves were the upheaval happening on the surface and the future situation it opened up.

On the screen, the Cret National Channel logo slowly appeared, accompanied by a solemn Seross Ode, imprinting this extraordinary night in the hearts of every person in Cret.

Inside the mansion, the review of the day's battle was still being discussed continuously.

Everyone was absorbing this shocking news, with many complex emotions in their hearts.

But one thing was certain.

From their perspective, this heroic poem was incorrect.

They defeated Rashal and the Blood Clan, not Hesintos.

"Alright, stop discussing Blood Moon City. We did very well with Blood Moon City. We should be reviewing what happened on the surface after Blood Moon City fell."

Lanci finally stood up, clapped his hands, and signaled everyone to stop and look at him.

He appeared calm, but the sparkle in his eyes was not lighthearted.

He was fatigued, and he believed the situation in the empire was worse than expected.

His eyes, through the half-open curtain, gazed at the fairly spacious terrace of the mansion.

Even when he and Talia went to Madison Park Restaurant on the eleventh floor of the West Freedom Memorial Building near Broadway Square, it had become quite dim on this supposedly festive National Day, closing early.

"First, judging from the signs of momentary distraction among the War Gods this afternoon, they indeed experienced a temporary disconnection from mind control."

Lanci ensured everyone was looking at him, then used the remote to rewind the news footage.

He observed the state of a few of the War Gods at Cret Memorial Square shortly after five o'clock, pausing occasionally to show it to everyone in the mansion's lounge.

"It coincides perfectly with the timeframe of Violet's battle with Rashal on her side."

Pranay calculated the time in his mind and said.

He remembered every critical point of the Blood Moon City siege.

"This indicates that Violet's Moon God's Pure Land took effect, and at that time you look at the sky, it was still dusk with the blazing sun, she couldn't possibly lose to Rashal."

Lanci nodded in agreement, enlarging the sky color on the screen for everyone to see.

The difference in their combat strength was immense.

Violet was a solid bishop-level, whereas Rashal, wounded and haggardly escaping from Blood Moon City, under the sun, was at most Tata-level.

"..."

Talia glanced at Lanci from the sofa.

She felt Lanci wasn't doing this intentionally; under such grim circumstances, she could sense Lanci had no mood for jokes, and he only acted on instinct from engrained habits.

But she didn't want to interrupt Lanci at this moment.

"We don't know what precisely transpired at the Divine Descendant Hall during that time, but look, here's where the strangest thing happened."

Lanci rewound footage of the Cret Memorial Square National Day parade ceremony, just after five o'clock, replaying a close-up he had pinpointed for the companions in the mansion.

After Violet left, a while later, Hesintos went to apologize to Emperor Saint Baldo and also went in the direction Violet had left.

"So during the battle at the Divine Descendant Hall with Violet, Hesintos must have participated too?"

Antanas pointed at the screen and asked.

"Exactly, this clarifies the logic. Based on the dialogue during the showdown between Hesintos and Rashal at the Imperial Palace under the night, the situation Hesintos and Rashal described is also one that Brilda could easily understand—Rashal indeed succeeded in defeating Violet and Hesintos with full ninth-order strength under the night."

Lanci put down the remote for the time being.

Even the Cat Boss had a moment of realization.