"But they'll die just the same!" Andessa shouted.
Brando looked at her disdainfully, completely unmoved by her words.
"Of course they won't die."
He shook his head and mercilessly exposed her: "I know the divine people have more than one plan. You don't have to lie to me. Your Ashen Ring has always acted willfully. Everything you've done was merely to prove that you were right. But you yourselves aren't even sure whether you're right, are you?"
"So, for the sake of one of your experiments, you dragged countless uninformed people into it. Don't dress up your selfish desires in such grand words."
"But we might succeed."
"I might succeed too." Brando rarely revealed such a cold smile, and it made Andessa shudder. "Here's some good news. Since you've angered me, I've decided to join this game as well. From now on, this game will be played by my rules—"
"What are you trying to do?" Andessa stared at him with widened eyes, as if he were a madman.
"To prove that you're wrong and I'm right, I'll first make you accept defeat." Brando replied.
"No, you can't do that!"
"Do you feel that's unfair?" Brando shook his head. "The people you killed, and the Silver Queen, felt the same way. But what did you do? Now I'm going to do the same thing."
Andessa finally broke down. She sagged as if she had lost all her strength, then said in a tone even she could hardly believe, "Fine, fine, I'll tell you... I'll tell you everything. But please, at least give us one chance."
Brando said nothing. He could never make such a promise. He had only one goal: to let Roman survive.
Perhaps that was selfish.
But he had never claimed to be noble. If this world required