At some point in time, Carthage's figure had appeared behind Garen, his eyes calm as he stared at the eerie lamplight.
"Why have you personally come here, Great Senior Brother?" Garen got up and turned around, looking at Carthage who had suddenly appeared behind him.
"I saw ambition in your heart," said Carthage calmly. "Ambition for power. This was also why I accepted you."
The corners of Garen's lips curved slightly, but he did not say anything, waiting for Carthage to continue.
"I hear that you have a Demonic Sword?" said Carthage suddenly.
Garen's heart gave a jolt, and knew that he was beginning to suspect. A Non-Falling Level general who could work his way into the Scarlet Snow Sect would not be a fool, and it was normal that he would be suspicious. Any Energy Machinist in this world would be hard to trick.
