"Hm? You think I, the sect leader, have an obligation to give you something?" Fey spoke dryly, looking at the whale.
"Are you trying to diminish my merits? Stop with your act; I come from an ascending planet and had to fight my whole life to get here. I'm not like the hothouse flowers you have as disciples. I can discern a reasonable person with a glance, or I wouldn't have survived this long," the whale said with a slight snort.
She looked at him seriously, then sighed, realizing he wouldn't be easily intimidated. The whale continued, "I don't want much; you can say you orchestrated everything to the council and gain credit for it. After all, images aren't reliable, but if you present them and explain your plan alongside Calirer, it'll be different."
