"It is... a magic consciousness. The consciousness created by magic is completely in accordance with the master's command. It is not a real consciousness, so you don't have to try to communicate with him further."

Jones nodded: "Okay, I hope we have a day to meet."

...

Ansel was silent, and after a long time, he sighed: "Hope."

All the phantoms from afar disappeared. Only the eternal darkness of the underground world, Ainsel, and Eugene.

"You may not be in line with the strategy you set before," Eugene said softly.

Looking at Eugene, Ansel said tiredly, "Yes, but I have the right to make some adjustments when I think it is necessary. Don't you?"

"Nothing wrong. Your grandfather, my creator, absolutely trusts you. Trust your character, your ability, your judgment. He grants you the highest authority. You have the right to make any decisions."

"Do as I want and take them out of the shelter."

"yes."

Eugene, the phantom of the human face made of blue fluorescent also disappeared. In the darkness, only Ansel stood alone.
Chapter completed!