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"Excited?"

Nobu slowly pushed away Gomez, who had tried to stop him.

"Don't get the wrong idea."

"Unless necessary, we don't want to deal with a cold, selfish, abnormal, and bloodlessly effeminate freak like you either."

Wing of Legend's lips curled slightly.

Nobu merely snorted coldly:

"Anyway, it's not like today was the first time you turned Bladefang Camp into a chaotic mess where everyone feared for their safety, offended every official and noble from the Central Kingdom to the Western Wasteland, wrecked our work so thoroughly that we couldn't find a moment's peace, and stirred the tribes' balance in the desert into a pot of paste..."

Wing of Legend listened in silence, unmoving.

Tales's gaze kept shifting between Nobu and Wing of Legend. He felt that their conflict had existed for a long time.

Nobu paused, then slowly pointed toward the smoking Bladefang Camp before pointing at Fuse's corpse.

"But this time?"

"This time is different."

Nobu's voice lowered:

"Do you know how valuable Fuse was? Do you know how many matters he was connected to?"

"Do you know how much Lord Hansen values this matter? Do you know what this mission means to us?"

"Do you know this is a major Kingdom case that even His Majesty personally inquired about and ordered the Secret Section to 'do everything in its power' to resolve?"

Nobu abruptly turned around and stared directly at Wing of Legend:

"Do you know how much we paid before finally receiving this opportunity in the forgotten Western Wasteland?"

Wing of Legend narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Eighteen years."

At that point, Nobu seemed to recall something. He fell silent for a moment, his breathing quickening.

"Unlike that title of yours, dyed in blood, Williams..."

"My people and I were punished by Lord Hansen and demoted after