"This is not a fun joke."
Double Leaf stared intently at the other's crazed eyes and calmly spoke, "But if this isn't a joke, then you must explain to me the purpose of doing this."
Motan leaned back leisurely, resting on the chair back with a smile, "Of course this is no joke. As for explanations... well, do I really need to? As long as I can guarantee that His Majesty Clive's death and your goal of killing the entire Marshall Family do not conflict, that will suffice."
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and, after a long while, softly asked, "How will you guarantee that?"
"With my personal honor."
Motan earnestly patted his chest.
"You also have honor?"
Double Leaf let out a cold chuckle, sneering.
Motan nodded as if it were a matter of course and then his smile faded, "Yes, If I were guaranteeing this with my integrity or character, you could just let my previous words pass as a fart. However, 'honor'... I think you can trust me, old pal."
