Emmon might have the strength.
But with countless eyes watching, leaving Nora is too risky for him.
As for the Underworld, they definitely won't make a move against the Council of Ten Thousand Clans.
"No rush about this, just give Levi some more time."
...
Two years later.
Nora Calendar 1652, Blood Battle 1540.
At the prow of the silver spaceship.
Levi and Rowling gazed at the ever-shrinking Nora Light Point ahead.
"If not for Nora's Great Expansion, with our distance now, we wouldn't even be able to see it anymore… The universe is so vast, and civilization so tiny." Rowling sighed.
"Yeah, but things have been peaceful for a while."
In these past years, under the deployment of the Holy War Army Master, the God Race had all retreated to their headquarters, guarded personally by the Military Lord. Levi had no opportunity to make a move, so he stopped wasting time tangling with them—he'd come back on the return journey and deal with it then if need be.
