Inside a grand office, where Christian sat leisurely, amusement clearly glinting in his eyes, four desperate people… no, three desperate people and one android stared at him, waiting for an answer.
But Christian didn't respond right away.
He let them stew a little longer in their anxiety.
Let the pressure rise.
One might wonder at the reason for his calm — for the easygoing air he carried, even now.
Especially when he, of all people, was the one always trying to avoid entanglement with large, powerful groups…
And this time, he was about to go head-to-head with one.
An ancient family. A strong one.
One that even had vague ties to a smaller outsider group.
And yet, here he sat, seemingly unbothered.
Was it because he was close to the second stage now?
Partially, yes.
But that wasn't the main reason.
The real reason?
He had already spoken with Vincent.
Well — not him directly, but through Eva.
Either way, they had reached something resembling an alliance.
