Supreme Braun sat by the window, watching the threads of rain outside as he lifted his glass and took a sip.
Across from him sat a man, merely A-rank, with an ordinary face and no wineglass before him.
Yet facing the famously violent Braun, he appeared quite relaxed. He idly played with a storage device in his hand while watching the rain.
Though it was a rainy night with fresh air, the atmosphere inside the room was exceptionally oppressive.
After a long while, Braun finally spoke flatly. "Impossible. We will not intervene in this kind of dispute... that would be overstepping our authority."
The storage device in the A-rank man's hand paused briefly before spinning again.
He chuckled. "There's no need for an explicit stance. Just lean toward the Federation."
"That is impossible too," Braun replied without changing expression. "The Divine Script Society is merely a research organization."
Probably few would have imagined that someone renowned for his violent temperament could possess such a calm side.
The A-rank man answered unhurriedly, "There are two directions. The Empire has to choose one eventually—either the Alliance or the Federation."
"The Tianfeng incident was too big to cover up, and retaliation is necessary. But does the Empire have the ability to attack both sides at once?"
"The Divine Script Society certainly has no decision-making authority, but the Federation's hatred for the Empire runs deeper. Have you forgotten Hope Fourth Star?"
Braun fell silent. After quite some time, he finally answered, "I can help say a word or two. I can't guarantee the outcome, but... why should I?"
I've already given you so many damn benefits for nothing... The A-rank man smiled. "The Alliance's key technology for manufacturing talisman paper... isn't that enough?"
"Tch." Braun snorted disdainfully. "It's only one stage of talisman paper