Bab 270: His Answer

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"... Will you be willing to work with Spirit Wielders? Do you still hate us? Tell me honestly, Cynorus."

The fallen celestial looked at his master with a glisten of hatred within. However, might he emphasized, it was just a glisten. As he fought with Shizuka and Mizuto in the past, it dawned upon him that being with the so-called Eidolon Mages wasn't that much of assurance to him.

A pledge to guarantee his safety.

Opened mouths and wordless replies, Cynorus didn't know what to justify himself with. His mind was boiling with turbulence. He knew not of his true feelings. Should he detest them like he always used to? No, he had no reason to.

Come to think of it, there was no apparent reason that would invigorate his hatred towards the said kind. The Spirit Wielders. How odd... Cynorus had never liked their kind, but... he had no reason to.