"Agenda?" Izumi echoed, a knowing smirk curling his lips. He was no fool; he'd been around long enough to understand the ways of the world, so he had expected this outcome.
Rain hesitated, thrown off by Izumi's calm demeanor. But he quickly reminded himself that he held the upper hand, and there was nothing to fear.
"As you can see, the vial works. But one vial can only cure thousands of your clansmen. To heal everyone, you'll need hundreds of thousands of these. I can provide enough to cure your entire clan and put an end to the curse so your future generations will be safe. However, in return, you must do something for me."
Izumi paused, considering Rain's words. Then, unexpectedly, he burst into laughter. It echoed through the room, a sound that seemed foreign to the somber halls of his castle.
"I like you, kid! Come, state your demands! If you want me to serve you, just say it!"
