Coming and Going in Haste

"My purpose in coming here should need no elaboration. You should have known it long ago."

"So please forgive my being overly direct, but what exactly is your position?"

Facing Xi Shenlian, who had appeared before him,

Ector. Colon, in his clone state, merely stood motionless after folding in his wings, like a metal statue.

His gaze was utterly calm.

There was no unnecessary attempt at small talk in his words.

His mouth—or rather, that sharp bird's beak—did not even seem to open, yet his voice, cold and mechanical, automatically echoed through the surrounding area.

In this regard,

He was an extremely direct person.

He had no intention of beating around the bush.

He went straight to the heart of the matter.

And when faced with such a straightforward and candid person, Xi Shenlian naturally gave a concise and clear response at once.

"Position?"

"My position is myself."

"That has never changed."

After slowly nodding,

Ector. Colon replied calmly:

"Is that so?"

"Quite the typical position of the Neutral Faction: one's position is oneself..."

There was no surprise or suspicion in his words.

That was because the vast majority of the Neutral Faction were actually like this.

They did not care about good or evil, and were even incapable of understanding what the bigger picture was. Everything they did was for themselves.

Therefore, Ector. Colon did not find the matter surprising in the slightest.

He only felt that Xi Shenlian's attitude was good, very much in keeping with his established views, and not particularly unexpected.

As long as he did not openly stand against society, civilization, and life... as long as his mind was not filled with nothing but kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, then everything would be easy to discuss.

His requirements were truly not high at all...