"Twilight is at your service, great Master of Hunting, I'm glad to see you're safe and sound."
"Twilight? The lackey of the Original Sin?"
The Master of Hunting snorted and said:
"Stop pretending, if you really wanted to help, you would have done so at Moss Valley. You're just waiting for an opportunity now that I'm down and out. Speak your mind, considering you're serving a shadow from the subspace!"
"I'm merely here to convey the sincerity of our organization's friendship to you, Your Majesty."
The Slave Master was reprimanded but showed no anger.
He took out a delicate controller and pressed it twice on the spot, revealing a hundred-meter-long silver shuttle-shaped aircraft that had camouflaged itself on the muddy ground behind them. As the hatch opened, a red-painted metal canister was delivered out.
"An ancient civilization's Vanguard-class power armor."
The Slave Master made a 'please' gesture and said:
