Chapitre 108: The goal of the sixth stage and the tool to achieve it

Something was going on. 

I wasn't blind enough not to notice the small bits and fragments of weird behaviors, glances, or words. And while sure, I have yet to piece everything together, that much was clear: there was something going on that I wasn't updated about. 

Then again… 

If something was really going on, Claire was clearly, for the lack of a better word, in on it. And that begged just one question. 

'Do I trust her?'

On the more rational stance, my best bet was to gather up my energy and scrap, escaping from whatever this girl was cooking that she deemed better not to inform me about. 

But on the other hand… 

'What would be the point? I'm a goose laying golden eggs, so how could they consider me as anything but their most prized asset?'