"By the way, Captain, you said the Snezhnaya Empress tasked you with obtaining the Pyro Archon of Natlan's Gnosis, but what are you going to do now?"
Paimon felt that someone like the Captain wouldn't give up so easily, would he?
"Her Majesty allows every Harbinger to pursue their own meaning. When the right moment arrives, freedom can take precedence over orders. That is why the Harbingers willingly serve Her Majesty, and why, despite our shared goal, our ways of doing things differ so greatly."
"I assume you've met Tartaglia?"
There was a touch of gratification in the Captain's tone as he mentioned Tartaglia. He was one of the few Harbingers the Captain got along with; they were both forthright in their conduct.
If there was one Harbinger he found most repulsive, it was undoubtedly a certain deranged researcher-Dottore.
His way of pursuing his goals at any cost, exhausting every dirty, despicable means available, had made the Captain want to take action against him more than once.
Unfortunately, Her Majesty had forbidden the Harbingers from killing one another.
But the Harbingers also fell into several different camps, such as the girls' tea parties between Sandrone, the Maiden, and The Knave; Snezhnaya's True Masters of the Night-Wind-the Regrator and Dottore; and his own camp with Tartaglia.
In particular, every time he saw the Regrator's distinctive way of smoking, the Captain immediately felt discomfort in his lungs.
What normal person smoked with two cigarettes stuck in their nostrils, four in their mouth, and one in each ear?
This method of literally blowing smoke from all seven facial openings had earned the Regrator a distinctive nickname in Snezhnaya-the True Master of the Night-Wind.
Someone had even joked that if this guy had an Eye of the God, he would probably trigger a tobacco