However, Joshua's brisk promise made Israel uncomfortable instead.
"Do you know, Noble Radcliffe? You're a very odd sort, very odd indeed…"
Israel withdrew his hand with a complex expression, and stared at the warrior's face as if there was something on it. "Nobody would agree to something so huge so simply and so directly, it'll make others feel as if it was child play. I believe you're serious, Master Nostradamus had once said that you're indubitably such a person, but."
The Emperor paused, unable to see anything from Joshua's face. He sighed, and turned towards another palace while speaking intermittently.
"I've thought for a thousand years and only made my resolve after ascertaining that my health has recovered."
"You're odd until the very last, Joshua. I was even prepared for you to delay things for years, who knew you would give an answer on the spot."
