The dangers of a war at the Blazing Sun tier went without saying. Before the true outcome emerged, no one could guarantee which side would claim genuine victory.
And standing upon this battlefield filled with both opportunity and danger, Punk had always been one to prepare for the worst. Even though the "Chairman" had provided him with much assistance that could practically be called generous in many matters up to this day, the word "gratitude" had never existed in the cold dictionary of Whisper of Destruction.
That meant... if necessary, Punk, who had joined the Silent Alliance in a muddleheaded fashion, would not hesitate to turn around and betray them without a second thought—he had always been a mercenary through and through. Every mission he had ever taken part in had simply been a matter of doing work for money. Even though the spellcaster had practically received a huge amount of "funding" from the "Chairman" for free during his advancement to Morningstar, unfortunately, the indifferent Punk did not care about so-called personal favors.
Strictly speaking, the only reason the Morningstar Mage had become one of The Executors was that the "Chairman" paid well and kept his word. If the Pantheon could offer a higher price and even greater reliability, the spellcaster would not mind playing the part of a "kind and benevolent mage."
The only problem was that his acting was truly terrible. No one would probably believe him if he tried to play a good person...
Punk's "heartless and ungrateful" thoughts were nothing unusual. After all, the "Chairman" possessed an extraordinarily sharp grasp of human nature. His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne knew better than anyone what kind of "scoundrels" the group of "mercenaries" under his command truly were.
In fact, testing a group of profit-first individuals who had