Granting You the 'Death' You Desire

"When will I ever be as smart as you?"

She even clasped her hands together after saying that, a brilliantly adorable smile blooming across her face.

"To be as scheming as he is,

Heh heh,

Little Joyce, even with two external AI brains plugged in, we probably still couldn't manage it."

Klosan turned her chair around with a coffee stirrer between her lips. It was hard to tell whether her words were praise or a jab at Su Wen.

But clearly,

Handsome Scholar took it directly as a compliment.

Triss, who had been listening to their conversation while nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, caught something in Miner's words.

She said tremblingly:

"Joyce,

Are you saying there was a man among those cultists who looked extremely bloody and bizarre?"

An uncontrollable fear filled her as she spoke.

Joyce recalled the synchronized message and nodded. She knew what Triss feared, so she merely asked softly:

"Your enemy?"

"Yes,

He has to die!"

Triss said shakily. Fear continued to burn within her heart, gradually transforming into anger.

But Su Wen merely took her hand.

"There will be a chance."

He calmly adjusted his glasses, then waved his hand with easy confidence.

"Joyce, give the order.

Have the Nameless Ones form up. Once they have completely withdrawn from the Resurrectionist Base,

Have them head directly to the Evacuation Pods under their control and prepare for immediate liftoff once my command is confirmed.

As for orders from Antonio United,

Ignore them completely!

There's no need to bother with them. With the planet's distorted geomagnetic environment as it is, they have no means of long-range surveillance."

Then,

He unceremoniously ruffled Doctor Miss's long hair as she stood beside him, still bleary-eyed.

"And you, stop making trouble for me."

"What about our plan?"

Klosan gave