"I know. After all, that's the level of a demigod, a saint." Sifa nodded, unsurprised.
Dean Wengris turned around and said with a faint smile, "Have you ever considered that we might use you to achieve our objective, then not only refuse to give you the potion, but kill you and everyone aboard your ship?"
Sifa's heart lurched. He immediately realized that he had indeed been insufficiently cautious, and that he had not taken the demigod before him seriously enough. Perhaps because he had recently acquired the Incomplete Calamity Spear, now possessed three demigod-level items, and had easily driven Constantine away not long ago, he had grown somewhat complacent, somewhat full of himself, believing a demigod was no great threat.
This state of mind is dangerous!
No demigod is to be underestimated. Even with three demigod-level items, I haven't reached that level myself. I might be able to put up a fight against them, but victory is far from assured!
I can't let my guard down.
With that thought, Sifa regarded the demigod before him with a newfound gravity.
"I believe an organization that intends to reveal the supernatural to the public wouldn't go that far over a single potion, though a demigod potion certainly isn't cheap."
"Besides, one more demigod in the world means one more source of supernatural power, making it easier for the public to learn that the supernatural world exists. Wouldn't that better serve the Iron and Blood Cross Order's aims?"
Behind his glasses, Dean Wengris's gaze shifted. Rather than answer Sifa's question directly, he said, "We've been tracking a target lately. If an opportunity presents itself, we'll attempt to hunt him down."
"When the time comes, we may need your cooperation. This is an opportunity to earn a substantial amount of contribution credit. I imagine