Kyle nodded with an impressed expression.
'That takes a lot of balls,' he thought.
Naturally, Kyle felt a bit bad about destroying Long Transformation's Momentum, but what was he supposed to do?
Die?
Nah.
Long Transformation bowed politely. "I have once been sent to one of your Tertiary Worlds by the Contrast Empire to ruin it. I have taken many of your resources, and I have killed several of your talented Disciples."
"Please, give me a chance. I feel no loyalty towards the Contrast Empire anymore. The long time I have spent in the Tertiary World has already soured my relationship with them, and when the Countess abandoned me, I lost the last remaining bit of loyalty."
"I am willing to defend your territories from the Cult of Final Fate without any pay. I simply wish to battle your enemies so that I may gain value in your eyes and so that I may regain my lost Momentum."
"I am even willing to swear an oath."
