"True, I can learn about things that way β but back to the Ghosts. Are you prepared?"
Zoemi shrugged his shoulders, ending up agreeing with his sentinels, just so his expression turned gravely serious at the thought of the group of traitors all conveniently gathered in one place like sitting ducks.
"(Ready for... what exactly, master?)"
The sentinel asked trying to act as if it did not understand Zoemi's words.
"To kill them. If we count all the sentinels at my disposal β we have a ridiculous advantage over them. Even without that, the element of surprise is on our side too."
The black-haired boy held back a sigh and explained as if the sentinel in question was a stubborn child that did not know any better and was in need of guidance.
"(Master... All the time that you were... unconscious... I spent attached to the Ghosts... By the way β I made the decision to move to Elsby.)"
"...You were attached to Kiorterell so that it would be easiest to kill at least him...!"
