"Also, there's also the alternative to consider. If you do not accept my offer, I'll have to remove the young lady from the institute and inform the Duke of all the recent developments. We both wouldn't want that… would we?" At this point, Noir leaked out a little smile.
Denzel didn't know what to make of it. Was it a threat? Or a friendly gesture? The old man had no idea.
"All I want to do is keep the young lady safe, per my agreement with my employer. This is the most optimal route, and I see no loss you will incur by agreeing to this arrangement. What do you say?"
Noir stretched out his hand for a handshake this time, his smile already far gone from his face, and a calm aura surrounding him.
'I can't read him!' Denzel thought to himself.
Could he trust him? Most likely.
After all, there was no reason not to. Denzel knew the right choice—no, the only choice—to make. He simply felt trapped, unable to do anything else.
And that was what he didn't like.
