"A Twelve that somehow managed to fight a Branch to a standstill, deary~" Aria deftly replied, a hint of edge coloring her usual tone. "Our ranks are merely for posterity, Lise~ Just because I was the Twelve doesn't mean I didn't improve and grew stronger over the years~"
I could only nod in agreement as I watched the debate unfold. Not that it even had time to fully manifest, seeing as Lise simply returned to eating her bowl with a shrug. I guess she conceded defeat.
I guess it's my turn then. "Still, power can't make people turn traitor that easily," I pointed out. "Even if we manage to find them, what do we even have to offer for their allegiance?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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