Chapter 110: After The Factory Tour
The meeting room’s air hung heavy with the weight of Cayame’s proposal.
The second cube, its geometric patterns swirling like a cosmic puzzle, pulsed faintly on the pedestal.
Kivas’s halo flickered, her gaze fixed on the device as she weighed its implications. Samael and Oizys stood nearby, their expressions a mix of curiosity and skepticism.
Kivas spoke first, her voice calm but resolute. "It’s a tempting proposition, Lady Cayame. But I don’t think this is a path the Consortium wants to pursue."
Oizys tilted her head, her shadowy tendrils twitching slightly. "Are you sure about that, Kivas? It’s a rare opportunity."
Samael’s lips curved into a faint smirk, catching the undercurrent of Kivas’s hesitation. "She’s right to pass. The Antihetero Core is a beast of a project—too big for our research department’s current plans, or even what we’ve got lined up. We’d be stretched thin chasing it."
Oizys then realized what was going on and shut her mouth before she could retort. After all, Samael’s words about how the research department’s current plans won’t make space for the Antihetero Core project was such bullshit.
After all, Oizys was the self-proclaimed head of the research department, not Samael.
Cayame’s hawk-like eyes softened, though a flicker of disappointment crossed her face. "I understand. It’s a loss for the potential we could’ve shared, but I respect your decision. Monochara values the Consortium’s alliance regardless."
Kivas nodded, her halo steadying. "We’re grateful for the offer. And for your trust in sharing the Living Black Cloud schematic. That alone will keep us busy."
The tension eased, and Cayame gestured toward the door.
"Before you return to Vaingall, Monochara insists on honoring you properly. A grand ball is being prepared tonight—a celebration of our victory over the Nihil and the bonds we’ve forged."