"So consider it a service to both us and countless others, and get rid of this nuisance," Priel's words echoed in the chamber, marking the end of their silent struggle for dominance.
Despite maintaining a composed exterior, Priel couldn't suppress the elation bubbling within him. It felt as though the goddess of luck herself had intervened, presenting Orion as the perfect solution to his predicament. This wasn't merely about using him; it was a mutually beneficial arrangement—a simple trade, if you will. Priel couldn't help but grin at the thought.
After all, what harm could there be in exchanging favors? In Priel's mind, it was a fair deal—one that would leave both parties satisfied. When Orion accepted the task, as Priel was confident he would, Priel felt a surge of satisfaction. Even if Orion were to fail, he could always blame Adeos for overestimating his new champion's capabilities. What good was his praise if his champion couldn't even kill an old man?