At that moment, a sweat began to form over Israthel's brow.
Roswil was equally as worried, as he mused, 'He caught us talking about it... this is not good.'
At that moment his eyes darted to the side, looking at the camera orb, 'If he makes us talk about this, we will be caught by the camera's listening system.'
He looked back at Lyrian with hatred behind his eyes, 'Damn it... how has this fucker caused so many mishaps to happen!? Not only did he dismantle my squad and nearly end my life by throwing me off a cliff, but now, he is even making me speak about that sect!'
"Speak up! What were you saying?" Lyrian exclaimed loudly.
"If you don't say anything, then I will be forced to learn about it from the administrators. Of course, that means that I will have to explain your connection with what you are talking about, and how you used their men to try and assassinate me. Do you want this to happen?"
