"I don't like those stupid false believers either. Maybe when we get out of here, we can work together to replace them."
Listening to A2's words, Charles sneered inwardly. Is this the budding of a new faction worshipping the Futan God? Compared to the hatred for heretics, it seems there are even more schismatics. The Foundation hasn't even collapsed, and they're already trying to tear each other down.
"I don't want to discuss this. Let's talk about this after the Foundation actually falls."
A2 nodded knowingly. "Very well. When that day comes, I'll come find you. Please remember one thing: as long as the Futan God exists, Futan believers will always exist."
"Those guys have a blood feud with you, but I don't. From a practical standpoint, it is undoubtedly in your best interest to support me in establishing the true Futan Sect."
After speaking, she closed her eyes, ready to leave, but Charles's words, "Wait a minute," made her open them again.
