He looked at Edgar, as though waiting for an answer, or perhaps thinking about something else.
Edgar looked back at him.
He was asking him for something in return.
A clever young man.
"I need you to join The Seven," Edgar said evenly. "With the abilities you've demonstrated, and the speed at which you're growing stronger, even Queen Maeve might not be a match for you now."
Lucian smiled noncommittally. "That's Queen Maeve we're talking about. She's fought countless battles. It's hard to say."
Edgar ignored the remark and continued as though stating an established fact.
"After joining The Seven, your task will be to assess Homelander's psychological state and determine how far he's gone. Then, when necessary, on my orders, you'll act."
Edgar left the rest unsaid.
But his meaning was already clear.
He wanted me to kill Homelander if necessary?
The smile faded from Lucian's face.
"Are you joking, Mr. Edgar?" he asked. "You know better than I do how powerful Homelander is. You're sending me to my death."
"Of course, you're not my only safeguard." Edgar's tone did not change at all. "When necessary, they'll act first."
Not his only safeguard?
Lucian was a little surprised. Vought still has a trump card hidden away that can stand up to Homelander? Who? Don't tell me they're relying on these Black Noirs? Or is it something else?
But his face still wore the same look that said, "This is dangerous."
"Even so, the risk is too high. I'm just a student."
Edgar stared at him for a few seconds.
"What do you want?"
Here it comes.
Lucian very much wanted to say, I want all of Vought.
But by the time the words reached his lips, they had become something else.
"I want power, and I want money." Lucian