Ganatica had no unnecessary resistance to Punk's orders and arrangements. On one hand, he knew his position—having signed the Judgment Eye Contract, he could not disobey, and Punk's commands were beyond question.
On the other hand... the youthful avenger, who had only just completed his Legendary advancement, truly was a complete newbie. He also knew that his knowledge was far from sufficient to make the right decisions. Under such circumstances, following the advice of Punk, an "established powerhouse," was naturally the wisest choice. In Ganatica's view, even if it were purely for profit, Punk, as his "boss," should have no reason to deliberately harm his subordinate.
Although following the caster's orders likely meant secluding himself for tens of thousands of years inside a sunless, eerie, deathly silent Legendary magic tower, for a professional whose body and mind had already sunk into hatred and could no longer feel "happiness," wandering around on adventures and staring blankly in an empty room made little difference. What was wrong with being able to train his Legendary power in peace?
Thus, faced with Punk's unquestionable words and gaze, Ganatica, with those thoughts flashing through his mind, merely nodded steadily:
"I will obey your command. Being able to quietly comprehend the power of Laws is not a bad thing... However, I have not yet decided which Law to choose as my primary path, so I believe it is necessary to seek your advice."
That heavy tone remained Ganatica's usual way of speaking, just as the dead silence of their conversation was always Punk's style.
Perhaps because of certain shadows buried deep within his heart, the youthful avenger had, at some point, begun avoiding all situations that required him to make decisions. For instance, at this very moment, when faced with the important choice between a primary