Chapitre 138: Guild Talk

"Everything, huh..." Clay looked at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, and I tightened my grip on the paperweight, feeling the weight of the moment. Our gazes locked, and I could sense a certain tension in the air, as if unspoken words were hanging in the space between us.

"I am not in the mood to play secrets," I declared firmly, deciding to cut through the ambiguity, "so you should tell me if you want me to...." I paused, letting the weight of my words settle.

"If I want to?" Clay leaned back a little in his chair, trying to read my expression, but I kept my poker face intact, not revealing my true intentions.

"If you want me to help Alver," I stated bluntly, "I do know that you were the one who put my name on that list of his, and when I talked to him, I can say I know a little about that project of his too."