"So how should I address you from now on? General Kyman Jai Sheelal?" Malthael asked as he watched General Grievous's retreating back.
"I am Grievous. This, too, is my choice." General Grievous left those words behind and quickly vanished into the shadows.
Naturally, people from the Duchy of Dawn's Intelligence Department arranged for him to leave by shuttle and go wherever he wished.
A cold smile touched Malthael's lips. That was right! Go to Raxus Prime! Go stand before Count Dooku! Then... do what you wanted to do!
Revenge!!
"Count Dooku... this time, it truly is farewell." The smile on Malthael's face was incomparably cold. "As long as you live, the Separatists will forever remain the Separatists... But if you die, then the Separatists will truly become... a wildfire!"
He put away his Lightsaber and walked outside.
General Grievous would become a blade—a blade belonging to him! And the first target this blade would strike was Count Dooku! This was not only to kindle that tiny spark, but also to ensure Count Dooku would not die at Palpatine's hands.
There was a completely different political meaning for the Galactic Empire if Count Dooku was killed by General Grievous rather than Palpatine! Once Count Dooku died at General Grievous's hands, the Clone Wars, which had lasted six years, would never have a perfect conclusion for Palpatine.
He would never be able to glorify his imperial throne by claiming he had ended the war and eliminated its leader. And when the time came, Palpatine's great achievement of forcing the Duchy of Dawn into submission would likewise cease to exist!
The galaxy would enter an entirely new era from that moment on!
And... it was not over yet. There was another person who had participated in plotting against Grievous and transforming him into