Imomi looked at the communicator on the grass. She did not have mysophobia; she was just afraid that the saliva on it might be poisonous. This was something the Reincarnation Paradise's contractors were capable of.
Hiss~
Before Imomi could make the call, static came from the communicator. Its red light turned green, indicating that the line was connected.
"The communicator is fine. I wouldn't use such a low-level trick."
The Dean's voice came from the communicator. Hearing it, Imomi took two steps back, distancing herself from the device.
"We've already lost the qualification to continue competing for the Space-Time Crystals. If we cooperate, what are your conditions?"
"Conditions? What conditions could there be for cooperation? We split the Space-Time Power condensates we seize, and we split the spoils. Our Reincarnation Paradise has always advocated harmony and friendship. Of course, when it comes to enemies, our methods may be somewhat extreme."
The Dean's tone was perfectly natural, taking blatant lies to the extreme.
"Stop joking. That isn't funny at all." Imomi's expression was not pleasant. After pondering for a moment, she said, "If we obtain more than seven Space-Time Crystals, we only want one. Although we won't be able to complete the War Mission, we can reduce the punishment. The rest of the spoils have nothing to do with us."
"Just split everything evenly."
"You really want to wipe us out?"
"..."
The Dean was silent for a moment before a low laugh came through the communicator.
"Then we'll cooperate according to your proposal."
After the Dean said this, the call was cut off. His final words contained an enormous amount of hidden information.
Throughout the negotiations, the Dean had not been nearly as aggressive as Imomi had expected. Judging from his tone, they could cooperate in any manner, and Imomi