My magic panel is too numerical.

Christina wasn't in the mood for verbal sparring and went straight to the point:

"As you've heard, the situation in Dawn Town is not optimistic."

Dawntown is not lacking in highly spiritual priests, so confirming the direction of the gathering of "spirits" is not a problem, but Dawntown is not a small town.

The primary problem is the lack of talent.

"If needed, I can help," Pharos stated, but then added, "but that's just a temporary fix, not a permanent solution."

Capturing those white giants disguised as humans can only delay the inevitable, and the priests' frequent actions are more likely to cause panic.

The commotion that Wiener caused yesterday was actually a bit too much.

If the news gets out of control, the entire Dawn Town will descend into chaos, and the white giant will be able to devour everything at will. Nobody knows what kind of monster it will breed.

"All we need right now is time," Christina said, troubled. "What are your thoughts?"

"There really isn't a good solution. If we had enough holy water, reducing the area would be much better..."

Pharos's first thought was also to narrow down the scope.

But that's not realistic.

All of Castile's holy water could only fill the wealthy district of Dawntown, and that was only when the population density in the wealthy district was low.

It's understandable that the church disagrees with the use of the card.

"Hmm... perhaps we can try a different approach?" Pharos pondered for a moment. "Why do we necessarily have to go looking for giants?"

Christina frowned, seemingly not understanding: "What do you mean?"

"Why must we go looking for those who were replaced, instead of going directly to the original entity?"

Pharos asked a strange question in return.

Is there even a question? Because there are absolutely no clues.

Christina immediately showed a disappointed expression.

This young man is indeed too young.

Did he think he hadn't considered these things?

Without a single clue, how can we search? We can only slowly search for the people who were replaced in order to find any trace of the white giant's true form.

Christina showed a hint of impatience, suppressing her irritation, and listened as Pharos continued:

"Since anyone who obtains the holy water will inevitably leave a vengeful spirit if they are killed, could we randomly cast the holy water spell on one-third of the residents of Dawn Town?"

Upon hearing this, Christina paused for a moment, "Randomly distributed?"

Pharos nodded. In comparison, he had dealt with the White Giant more and was more aware of the White Giant's abilities.

Pharos organized his thoughts and said calmly:

"Since we don't have enough holy water, we'll mix those who have it into the crowd. This will inevitably lead to the appearance of vengeful spirits. If vengeful spirits appear, we can follow the 'spirit inquiry' clues to find the source of the white giant."

Christina suddenly understood, as if she had a sudden epiphany.

"This... is indeed a good idea. Letting the White Giant reveal his true colors will be much more successful than our pointless investigation."

That's a good suggestion.

She couldn't help but feel that it was the right choice for the young man to keep it a secret from the church.

A heartfelt appreciation welled up within me.

This young man is sharp enough that, given enough time, Christina might be able to come up with the same solution, but that timeframe would certainly be much longer.

The saying "the one involved is often confused" perfectly illustrates this point.

Pharos continued:

"And there's another advantage: if the giant doesn't want the vengeful spirits to fly around, it will have to spend time finding people without holy water to parasitize. This can slow down the giant's devouring speed, and what you need most, Miss Christina, is time."

"You even thought of this much...?" Christina was stunned.

She had been neglecting this young man for a while.

It seems that this Mr. Pharos was not only favored by the god of prayer, but also possessed keen thinking and logic.

The fact that he solved such a long-standing problem so easily shows that the thinking of a genius is indeed hard to understand.

Following this line of thought, Christina continued to make connections.

Then she also discovered a problem:

"This plan is indeed good, but it has a fatal flaw... If... the White Giant appears within the church, or if there is a traitor within the church, this plan will be very difficult to implement, as keeping it secret is too difficult."

Christina regretted asking the question as soon as it left her mouth. She had already guessed the answer herself. How could this young man not have thought of it?

"That makes it even simpler; we just need to wait," Pharos replied.

"If we don't see a single vengeful spirit after just two or three days, or at the latest a week, with the holy water being randomly distributed, then we can pinpoint the giant's identity to within the church, and then we can catch him like a turtle in a jar..."

As Pharos spoke, the corners of his mouth curled up into an even wider smile.

Christina looked at that unspeakable cunning and felt a sudden flutter in her heart; her face involuntarily flushed.

The figure beneath the miracle of "the sun and moon shining together" that day overlapped with the figure of Pharos at this moment.

It's hard to imagine that so many causes and effects could be intertwined in one person.

Could it be... that he really is a messenger sent by the gods to save them?

Christina couldn't help but think of Simon's teasing.

"My sister, I hope you never have that day when worms take over your brain..."

She admitted that the young man was both special and amazing.

But she is definitely not the kind of person her brother thinks she is!

Absolutely not!

What a joke! I'm the "proxy"! And there really is an age gap between us... Ugh~ What am I thinking?

Christina pursed her lips, then suddenly became somewhat embarrassed and angry, and said:

"I...I understand. This...is a very important gain. Thank you, Pharos. You've helped me again. I owe you a favor. Is there anything else? I need to get back to work now."

Pharos looked completely bewildered.

Miss Chris is really aloof. She uses you and then sends you away. It's so heartbreaking...

Pharos, his face covered in sweat and grime, revealed his true purpose:

"Here's the thing, I think I've found a lead on that wanted criminal..."

He recounted his entire experience of meeting Roman and Vanessa that day.

Christina's face darkened upon hearing this.

…………

Evening, North District.

As dusk painted the surroundings in a golden hue, Corleone Manor was not chosen to be a permanent residence in the wealthy district; it was used more as a fortress to defend against rival gangs.

Although it is a fortress, the surrounding roads are well-maintained and transportation is convenient. There is a church not far away, and it is a rare area with large-scale greenery.

The hired maids kept refilling the guests' drinks and setting out various pastries and fruits on the long table.

As a special guest, he was the young master's close friend.

Pharos handed over a jar of wildflower honey as a gift.

He was invited to the dinner as one of the three main characters.

What? You want to know who the other two main characters are?

That's of course Roman and...

……

"Old man! Are you out of your mind?" Roman shouted from the study.

His voice was deep, resonant, and extremely penetrating.

It's the kind of loud voice that can be heard clearly by the teacher on the podium even if you whisper in class.

In the study, Roman glared angrily at his father.

"You mean, my birthday! My birthday! My birthday! And you actually invited that jerk! Serena Moretti? What's wrong with you?!"