"I understand," Michel remarked with an amicable smile, meanwhile inside he was already figuring out a million ways to cause the purple-haired teen before him to fall into despair.
How dare he look down on the most intelligent human to exist?... Does he not know how to spell the word death?
The purple-haired teen merely harrumphed before he continued to state the reason why he had come. "Richard wants to know about the progress of the attack on Red Wing Thunder. Spill it."
Michel replied. "My Pleasure, Steven. So far we have only incurred losses, mostly because Red Wing Thunder is stronger than I projected and also because the pawns I picked to use and destroy them turned out to be worse than I initially thought."
