"I still can't figure it out. You said someone else besides you was manipulating everything behind the scenes, but from the current results, I haven't found anyone else who benefited."
Generally speaking, that was indeed the case. Anyone carrying out a plan had a purpose, and when killing and war were involved, the greatest beneficiary was the biggest suspect.
But in this matter, the one who seemed to have benefited was Deathstroke. On behalf of Kamar-Taj, he had secured equal diplomatic cooperation with the Shi'ar, along with a series of preferential terms such as reduced trade tariffs and quite a bit of advanced alien technology.
The price paid was negligible: Charles and the other Mutants led by him were left with the eldest princess as guests.
After Charles woke up, he had spoken with Su Ming himself. He said he wanted to deepen his understanding of the eldest princess. Put bluntly, he was considering a romance.
Since they wanted a Sunset Red romance, Deathstroke naturally had no reason to stop them. He simply went with the flow and placed it on the table as a condition, saying that as Charles's elder, his approval for such a major matter did not come without conditions.
And wealthy Lilandra agreed to every one of those conditions while exchanging flirtatious looks with Charles.
Daisy sat in the co-pilot's seat, propping up her chin as she looked at the azure planet ahead, her face filled with thought.
Su Ming stood between the pilot and co-pilot seats, both hands resting on the seatbacks. "There'll always be clues. Want me to call you in next time I find something?"
"Of course. Just use some kind of magic to notify me then." Daisy tugged at her cloak to wipe down her hammer, then suddenly seemed to remember something.