Rachel waved her torch, gesturing for Sabrina to look around: "Look at these massive projects. How much manpower and time will it take to complete them? Perhaps the leaders of the alien races are more intelligent than we imagine. They use their powers to monitor the actions of those in power, and under the premise that things will develop in the worst-case scenario, they are secretly preparing possible countermeasures."

Sabrina looked around and suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute! So your return to the Elders' Council this time wasn't to win Elder Iliad's support at all?! You knew from the beginning that the old man wouldn't agree to help Twilight City! All those times you went to see him, telling him how wonderful Twilight City was, and how wise and virtuous King Twilight was, were just to lull him into a false sense of security?"

“That’s right, I know Iliad won’t assist Twilight City. But letting him know that such a paradise exists in this world isn’t a bad thing for either of us.” Rachel glanced back at Sabrina: “What I care more about is what he’s doing.”

Sabrina frowned: "What are you doing...?"

Rachel turned back and said softly, "Come with me, you'll find out soon enough."

Sabrina wanted to ask something more, but noticed that Rachel quickened her pace and stopped talking.

Looking at the woman's back in front of her, Sabrina pursed her lips and spoke in a voice only she could hear.

"Clarence was right about one thing: in your talent for lying, you really are a lot like Eleanor..."