At Worst, We'll Sink Commorragh!

"I think I understand."

After listening to the old-timer ramble on for ages, Alvin had finally gotten to the point.

"You want me to help you deal with the School of Fallen Zenith and reclaim this so-called 'chance' to restore the Aeldari to glory, right?"

"Precisely, Mr. Alvin." Verillion nodded and spoke calmly. "But destroying the School of Fallen Zenith will be difficult. Their power has grown tremendously, backed by the Iron Thorn Conspiracy Group. So I'm only asking you to reclaim that 'chance.' That should be relatively easy for you."

Easy?

Hearing him make it sound so simple, Alvin couldn't help sneering.

"Sorry, you'll have to find someone else for this. Those people...I don't want them anymore. Do whatever you like with them." He paused, raised an eyebrow, and rose from his seat as if to leave. "Terrax, Anna, let's go."

He looked utterly resolute, so much so that even Anna was stunned.

"W-wait, Mr. Alvin."

Seeing that he really seemed ready to leave, the smile on Verillion's lips froze.

What was wrong with this kid? Why wasn't he playing by the rules?

But Verillion knew he couldn't let Alvin leave. Otherwise...there would be no chance at all.

Suddenly, a razor-sharp Metal Appendage blocked Alvin's way.

"Mr. Alvin!"

A deep, stern voice reached their ears.

"What?" Alvin stopped and glanced at Verillion from the corner of his eye. "Are you planning to use force?"

"Ha!"

Terrax gripped his Power Halberd tightly. Its blade blazed with brilliant light, and a bone-chilling killing intent fell squarely upon the Blood Puppeteer.

"No, please don't misunderstand, Mr. Alvin."

Verillion frowned slightly and sighed as he slowly withdrew the Metal Appendage. "I'm only an ordinary Bloodbride. I don't possess the immense power of those True Born Sons. I stopped you because there's something I