Chapter 363
Nwadimma interjected, her tone measured and calm. "Zephyr, my brother has his faults, but his ambition is not without purpose. If his words do not convince you, allow me to offer something more tangible to prove our commitment to resolving this matter."
Zephyr raised a brow, curiosity flickering across his face. "Oh? And what might that be?"
Nwadimma hesitated, her eyes briefly meeting Nwadiebube’s. "It is clear to us or those paying attention that you lack information on the people of Björn and their ways especially their religion"
"We have been in close contact with them and could even be considered friends, what if we act as the medium who relays messages on the happenings and actions taken by them?"
Zephyr’s expression shifted, his intrigue deepening. He crossed his arms, staring at Nwadimma as if trying to dissect her proposal. "You offer to play the role of a messenger, a bridge between us and Björn’s people?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism. "And why would I trust you with such a task? What guarantees do I have that you won’t twist the information to suit your own interests?"
Nwadimma maintained her calm demeanor, her voice unwavering. "Because our survival depends on maintaining peace, Zephyr. The actions of Björn’s priest have already brought us to the brink of disaster. Any deceit on our part would only accelerate our downfall. We have the most to lose if this situation worse ns, and we understand the gravity of that responsibility."
Zephyr studied her in silence, his piercing gaze weighing her words. "Your logic is sound, but intentions can be fickle. How do I know this isn’t just a ploy to gain leverage over both my people and Björn’s followers?"
Nwadimma hesitated for only a moment before responding. "Because we would be placing ourselves under your scrutiny. You are welcome to send your people to oversee our operations or embed representatives within our court to ensure our neutrality."
Nwadiebube, who had been silently fuming, finally interjected. "Sister, you overstep—"