"Let's talk about cooperation, Lord Favara."
Ronan changed the topic, directly stating the purpose of his visit.
He had no interest in Favara's origins and the grudges from the past, and likewise, he didn't want the other party to dwell on his identity any further.
Favara was slightly taken aback by Ronan's words, seemingly not expecting him to be so direct.
"Cooperation..."
Favara slowly began, "You want me to help you leave the Fenrir Realm?"
Ronan had clearly labeled "Fenrir's Blessing" as a "curse" to him, so his desire to leave was self-evident.
"You have a way, don't you?"
Ronan spoke, his eyes lightly glancing at the curly-haired boy next to Favara, who had been curiously eyeing Ronan. When their eyes met, the boy instinctively shrank back like a startled rabbit.
"Yes."
Favara placed a hand in front of the boy, speaking in a detached tone, "But why should I cooperate with you?
To be honest, I don't trust you...."
