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[b]"You're subtle."[/b]

Ferrucio certainly didn't think so. It was clear as day, especially with Ophelia's moves, that none of them were the same person they were even just 'a day ago'. If they had travelled back into the past, the change in classes alone, the schemes they would now face at the behest of those brats they wronged, would undoubtedly alter things irrevocably. Perhaps such ripples would go as far as to change the movements of troops, the movements of the invasion, having a compounding effect on how the 'future' progresses.

That was why he had hoped there was a method to get the entirety of the House to mobilize immediately. Smash whatever army build-up there was. Crush the Demon Lord's four commanders in their infancy. Set the invasion back years, perhaps decades, and thus buy time for himself to live his own life, away from all this. The Patriarch was strong. He was strong enough to match the Demon Lord even in his injured state. Fully healthy then, against a younger, less-experienced, less-successful Demon Lord?

In Ferrucio's mind, no matter how little he cared for the House, no matter how little he cared for the Patriarch as a role model, there was no denying the man's cataclysmic strength.

Even when the war was lost on a national level, he couldn't even imagine Martenos losing on a personal level.

[b]"And?"[/b] He spoke, setting aside his own thoughts. [b]"Will you [i]share[/i] such knowledge with all others, even those who had not 'returned' in the same way we did?"[/b]