Plan

After getting that revelation, Theo couldn't sleep anymore.

He finally understood why the God of Mischief never wanted to tell him about emotion. "I see. It seems that everyone has been missing something that simple. But then again, Emotion Order huh… To think there is something that doesn't exist… No, should I say can't be allowed to exist?"

Theo fell into a deep thought until he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Joker, it's me." Rea's voice resounded from outside.

"Come in."

Rea opened the door, finding Theo sitting on his chair with a complicated expression. She reported, "I've taken care of Phyrill and Ellen. I'll immediately go and handle their transfer the day after tomorrow since my father needs to convince the Fist Saint to not make his move. In fact, that's the reason why you send me there, right?"

"Yeah. Do you hate it?"