The Myth of White Swordsman almost let his emotions show under the Myth of Oracle's scrutiny, but right at that moment, an ethereal sigil in the depths of his soul flickered profoundly, and he regained his calm.
He expressed, while pretending to be under duress, "I know Lady Oracle might not be able to completely trust me after today, but I'm here with absolute sincerity, and want to make amends for my previous selfishness because my own life is threatened and I can only turn to the Mythical Coalition."
The Myth of Oracle seemed to be on alert when she heard the last part and inquired solemnly, "Oh, what could've threatened your life, fellow myth? Perhaps the Secret Fraternity? Or something related to it? I can't help you if you don't tell me everything."
The White Swordsman nodded in understanding as he said, "It is indeed as Lady Oracle just stated. However, the threat is not from the Secret Fraternity, but from their target, the Cursed One!
