The Brotherhood Exists for a Greater Goal (Serious Face)
"Tell me the truth! Did you deliberately use gathering intel as an excuse to come raid my house? Or did you 'accidentally' pick my place when meeting them, just so you could vent your completely baseless resentment?"
Inside the wrecked Mystery House, the Lord of Vanity stood in a miserable state, one eye blackened and seven bones broken. He held half a sword in his left hand and the torn Raven's Book in his right as he berated the drunken trash pirate before him:
"Why do I get the feeling you planned this all along?"
"Come on, if you're putting on an act, you have to commit to it."
Black Shaw waved a hand and argued shamelessly:
"The first step in deceiving people is deceiving yourself. If I hadn't made up my mind to rob you of every last bit of your savings, how could I fool those big bad guys who are sharp as foxes? See? You're getting worked up again!
We're all brothers here. I only moved your treasures onto my ship for the time being. It's just an act. I'll return them once the show is over, so what are you panicking for?"
"If you dare ask me later why I carved my name onto your treasures, believe it or not, I'll fight you to the death, you shameless bastard?"
Raven cursed with a blank expression, but the sight of this thick-skinned rogue left him deflated again.
The existence of some people was simply proof that reason could not solve everything.
He could not be bothered arguing with the pirate. He pulled a wand from the torn sleeve of his robe and flicked it casually. The winds of magic surged forth, turning into invisible hands that swept through