"But he's gone into the Endless Deep Mountains. Aren't you worried he'll become ridiculously powerful in there, or… not worried his enemies might kill him in the mountains?" The blonde woman furrowed her brows, turned around, leaned her butt against the lab bench, pulled a slim lady's cigarette from the pocket at the waist of her white coat, touched it to the cigar in the Master of Sequence's mouth to borrow a light, then took a deep drag.
Her voice was filled with concern.
"Father, you know this. To get where I am today, to develop the B-max potion that can make people lose consciousness within three minutes, turn into brutal, bloodthirsty but 'ally-recognizing' killing machines, massively boost their strength, have a controllable 'incubation period,' and become the Sequence's most loyal murder weapons—I burned through endless effort."
"I don't want us to lose everything at the last moment because you relaxed your guard."
The blonde woman's words were already very harsh.
