"Don't overthink it, senior."
Looking at Salvatore, who was sitting opposite him with furrowed brows, Annan's face showed no trace of panic or anxiety.
He simply hugged his knees and leaned back against the carriage, lazily curling up into a ball.
Annan glanced at Salvatore and spoke, "Bishop's thoughts are correct. Both of us look very young, and for those people pursuing power and profit, they are bound to stir up trouble... which will increase the unpredictability.
"Although Bishop always appears to be a nice guy, it's the nice guys who are terrifying when they lose their temper. The more it is at this time, the less I should show up—after all, what we need now is not a Roth Fort that follows my orders completely but a Roth Fort that won't drag me down at the critical moment.
