Right.
The person sitting in front of her had lied to her too.
Back then, the only reason Rita had not pointed at Deceitful Bloom in the temple and cursed her out was because she had too much pride to lose face in front of everyone.
Instead, she had acted calm and composed, exchanged a few words with Cicada, and let it go.
Rita sighed helplessly.
"That's different."
"I think it genuinely doesn't know."
If The Mechanoids truly were the mastermind behind everything, then the moment she began stealing authority, the other side should have immediately intervened to stop her.
The fact that nothing had happened meant the entity's current state was abnormal.
Sleeping?
Standby mode?
Or perhaps it was still digesting the timelines it had devoured from the previous era.
At this point, Rita found it increasingly difficult not to suspect that preserving the most Brilliant timeline each era existed for one reason:
To ensure the next era's story remained entertaining.
