What was Han supposed to do now?
It was time to pick a side and in a way, his silence about the true purposes of inviting Lucia, Tierra and Bleu was a small plus to humanity. Sure, Professor Owen was blackmailing him about keeping it a secret.
But if Han shifted his mindset into thinking that it was only right to help out the 'little guy' or his people in this case… then the blackmail could be easily pretended to not exist.
So now that was kind of resolved, the least of Han's problems were the anger and wrath of Sybeth for discovering that Han was affiliated with other Races—and Han Jing's own problems on the other hand was waking up to a rightful pain of a sore neck.
"Ah gah—this sucks a lot." Han Jing raised his head up from the table now slightly trickled with his own saliva and he quickly wiped that off before placing the keyboard properly in its place.
