"I refuse!"
Moss flatly refused Novi's request without the slightest hesitation.
Anlia looked at Moss hesitantly, unsure what to say for a moment.
"Molly..."
Novi clearly had not expected Moss to refuse so directly. Her expression froze briefly before returning to normal, and she asked in confusion:
"Why?"
"Even with our combat strength, plus this ship's firepower, I can't see any chance of victory."
Moss sat beside the bed with one leg crossed over the other, her expression calm as she spoke indifferently:
"Leaving that Rockscale Dragon aside, just the Boundary God Cult members surrounding that Giant Beast would already be difficult for us to deal with."
"If that's the case, why should I go looking for death?"
This was the first time Moss had displayed such maturity and coldness in front of Anlia—qualities she had never shown before.
The incongruity made Anlia realize once again that there was still much she did not understand about Moss. At the same time, she felt somewhat relieved.
Yes...
If she had truly been captured by the Boundary God Cult and endured so much torture yet still retained the mentality of a child, that would have been truly abnormal.
Hearing Moss's words, Novi also wore a relaxed smile and said:
"There's no need to worry about that. In fact, I'm not the only team participating in this operation."
She took a map from her robes, spread it across the table, and continued speaking to Moss:
"This operation includes the ten teams ranked first through tenth in Purple Thorns. Every team is roughly as strong as mine."
"There's also a three-thousand-man army made up of the Golden Lion Knights led by General Angsa Lyons and the troops stationed in Refield Territory."
"The giant Rockscale Dragon will be handled by Purple Thorns' ten teams, while