Sifa was not a reckless man.
Provoking Adam both aloud and in his heart was not merely for the pleasure of arguing.
He hoped to find even the slightest chance to escape.
Adam had been waiting for him in the captain's cabin.
Clearly, Adam had come prepared. Adam had probably seen through every trump card he possessed.
If he did not fight actively for an opportunity now,
He feared he would become the shortest-lived "Angel" in the world.
To escape, after his prayers to the "Fool" had yielded nothing, Sifa had already begun calling the true name of the "Lord of Storms" in his heart.
Yet the sun outside remained bright, with no sign of thunder striking out of a clear sky.
Sifa's heart sank steadily.
Adam looked at him with a gentle smile. "Compared to your 'Seer' friend, we can tolerate a powerful 'Hunter.'"
"I am even willing to help you advance to Sequence 1, to become a True God."
Sifa pulled over a chair and sat down. He took out a cigar and snapped his fingers to light it.
He took a deep drag, then exhaled a smoke ring before saying, "I assume that help won't come without conditions?"
Adam spread his hands. "Every gift comes with a price, doesn't it?"
Sifa puffed on his cigar and nodded. "Then may I ask?"
"What price have you put on this gift?"
Adam smiled. "Very simple. Stand with us and oppose that 'Fool.'"
Sifa frowned slightly.
Adam was on the "Spectator" Pathway, not one adjacent to Klein's "Seer" Pathway.
Klein should pose no threat to Adam. Why did Adam want to deal with Klein?
Adam had just said "us."
That meant Adam had companions?
Someone qualified to stand alongside a King of Angel had to be a King of Angel