“I see being a part of the Dragon Cult was a condition to be eligible to help you. What is it that the Makiya wants?” Reinareth’s manly voice wondered.
This guy. I thought he was not the talkative type, but he really does seem to speak a lot. Maybe because he has found an interest in me? Whatever. I will try to make the best use of this.
“Rein. Is the Dragon Cult interested in war?”
“Of course… I shouldn’t have expected a question of meaning, rather than one suited to the tongue of a human. You disappoint me, Makiya. I did not expect you to have an interest in war.”
“No, that was not really the question. It’s a question related to humanity as a whole.”
“Why would I want to help humanity at all?”
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