"This matter requires no mention from you, I have already taken care of it." Arms tossed back two heads with a skull face full of menace, "All along, I have considered these so-called Avengers to be merely a small nuisance, not realizing that, for the sake of revenge, they would go to such lengths, sparing no expense to infiltrate our ranks, even capable of slaughtering their own kind. Heh, these hypocritical beings are even more detestable than us... You have the most contact and understanding of the Conqueror Army, if a war were to break out between us, what are our chances of victory?"
He knew himself that he had simply been displacing his anger onto Grace. In the end, the decision to go to war would be based on self-interest; that was the key.
The so-called justice and evil, were nothing more than grandiose excuses.
Otherwise, the moment the Conqueror Army arrived here, they would have already surrounded Efanso, no need for wavering contact with both sides.
