The sky of rust and brass receded, the Evil God spawn and the Pact-Maker concluded their mysterious trade. Lyle received coordinates that used the Andrei Academy as the origin point. This secret direction pointed to a region, a place where the key to his ascension to Four Locks awaited, a tribe suited to his talents.
[A Fair Trade]
The crazed expression on Mister Reporter's face seemed to read Lyle's mind, and before silence fell, he uttered this phrase. Returning to his usual state, Mister Reporter was once again covered by the tablecloth, and the two holes in the checkered pattern stared at Lyle for a few seconds. He didn't speak and left the Cup of Luxury in haste as if something terrifying were chasing him from behind.
Lyle pursed his lips, recalling the secret he had just learned, feeling a sense of strangeness.
The price was too light.
