Disaster Strikes (Sixteen)
Motivation...
It was obvious the persuader still wanted to maintain a semblance of composure, but a moment later he realized that was pretty pointless in front of this guy. In the end, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing.
"Don't be so tense. Please believe me when I say that getting this across is good for both of us."
Seeing this reaction, Fu Qian, who had always been considerate, naturally offered some reassurance.
"I've always advocated for mutual benefit. If you'd shown this sooner, we might have avoided wasting that opportunity just now."
So now it's my fault again, is it?
The persuader still said nothing. Even his features seemed to stiffen.
"The reason I did that just now was simple. I thought things were getting a little out of control, so I wanted to hold on to that excellent tool a little longer."
Fu Qian didn't mind, and even explained why he'd let the opportunity go to waste.
"After talking with you, brother Persuader, I regret my decision just now even less."
"You really did show extraordinary perceptiveness..."
The persuader naturally understood that the "out of control" Fu Qian referred to was Yarakir's corruption of the supernatural displays in the nightmare.
That didn't mean he understood Fu Qian's choice, though.
"In that situation, the mark left behind might not have been centered on you. But even so, it wouldn't have been entirely pointless."
"Once Yarakir completes its descent, we'll have a much easier time with its power."
"You're not seriously hoping to manage it entirely on your own, are you?"
"How much do you know about that world?"
Faced with this confusion, Fu Qian merely shook his head and asked in return.
"Do you know what kind of response the moment that tool showed any