My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 770 Discussing Neutrality

Upon our return to the assigned dwelling, I sensed the change right away. It wasn't flashy or intense, yet it showed in the servants' movements—more cautious, more watchful, with glances holding just a bit longer than usual. The word had already spread here.

And it wouldn't end with this spot.

The events of the evening would echo far past this world, even beyond the Feran system. The Nagas would learn of it. The demons as well. You couldn't keep something like that under wraps, especially not after an island was cleaved in two beneath the wide heavens.

That idea brought a subtle grin to my face. I could picture Primus's response clearly—the harsh burst of his laugh once the tale got to him.

The group soon scattered to their individual quarters. I went to my own and got comfortable, drawing my attention back to the rune memory module. The well-known designs spread out once more, intricate layers of runes crafted to link with others and produce elaborate results.

Time passed without me noticing.

I emerged from my trance not because I'd wrapped things up.

But due to an intrusion in my awareness.

A figure.

My eyes snapped open right as it stepped completely into my detection field.

Kael Sharka was here.

The moment he passed the outer entrance, my senses enveloped him. With a relaxed flick of my hand, I warped space effortlessly, yanking him directly into the sitting area. The atmosphere shimmered briefly, then grew still.

Essence flared instinctively around Kael, fierce and protective, in response to the sudden shift. A quick wave from me quelled it, smoothing out the chaos until peace returned to the space.

"Care for something to drink?" I inquired, keeping my voice steady and calm.

Kael fixed his gaze on me for an extended beat, body tense, eyes calculating angles and possibilities. Then the rigidity eased from his frame, and he released a measured exhale.

"Space laws too," he remarked, tongue clicking. "Makes sense."

Without asking permission, he sank into the seat opposite mine, grabbed the bottle from the table, and swigged deeply from it. As he set it down at last, he let out a sharp breath.

"Hoo," he grumbled. Then his eyes met mine once more. "What you pulled off today... I can't call it anything but reckless."

I chuckled lightly. "You're jumping to judgments a tad quickly."

Kael shook his head, this time with greater gravity. "No. Offending just the Ferans would've been manageable. Politics. Showmanship. Fixable. But House Goldwing?" He reclined, gaze tightening. "That's no clever play."

I gave a single nod, taking the evaluation without dispute. "Perhaps not by your measure. To me, though, Griffins and Ferans don't differ much."

I shifted forward a touch. "I didn't summon you to argue over tonight's actions. I brought you here to talk about a matter."

A quiet laugh slipped from him. "Let me hazard a guess. You're after my backing. Or to be exact, you want the Sharka Tiger Clan standing with you against the Ranthors."

I grinned. "Sharp as ever."

His mirth turned into a weary sigh. "You're not the initial one to pitch that to us. The Nagas gave it a shot. The Elementals did too, even after labeling us friends openly." He regarded me firmly. "All seek an edge. None wish to draw first blood."

I held back, allowing the quiet to linger as I pondered my true aims from him or the Sharka in general. Being straightforward, nothing they offered would aid me. Besides, I intended no plots from my end at least.

Anjee had sacrificed himself right by my side. And he'd done so with a smile.

"Ever heard of someone called Anjee Sharka?" I questioned.

Kael's shift was instant. It lacked flair, but you couldn't miss it. His shoulders went rigid, his stare intensifying like a far-off recollection had been hauled uncomfortably near.

"How'd you come by that name?" he queried softly.

"I encountered him," I replied. "And you? Any kin there?"

He denied it with a shake. "Not related by blood. Still, he belonged to us. A Sharka dispatched on the venture with Vaelix." His jaw clenched a bit. "I recall him since he was the sole Sharka in that whole group. Even I got no details on their real destination."

I eased back some. "What became of that venture?"

Kael breathed out via his nostrils. "Probably? They're gone. No contact from Vaelix afterward. The Ferans hushed it initially, but with no return, it was clear." His tone dropped. "The Patriarch's youngest daughter joined that crew. We dispatched scouting teams. Discreet ones. They vanished too."

He halted, eyes growing shadowed. "Without the Crimson Zone flaring up like it did, the Patriarch would've ventured there personally."

Next, Kael eyed me anew, face cautious yet focused. "Where'd you run into Anjee?"

"During the venture," I stated.

Kael went still for a split second. "What are you saying?" he pressed.

"The very venture the Ferans undertook," I answered steadily. "I had a tip on that location too. So off I went. And as you'd figure... our paths intersected."

Dawning realization filled his gaze. "You got wind of that spot as well?" he probed, skepticism breaking through anyway. "How could that be? Only the Ferans and the guy who—" He cut off abruptly.

I offered a slight smile. "The same individual who tipped off the Ferans peddled the intel to me too."

It was false, yet straightforward. No need to reveal the path started close to my home realm.

Kael reclined a fraction. "So that's when you crossed with Anjee."

"Indeed," I confirmed. "That's where the battles happened. Where we first opposed each other... then allied."

He stayed silent.

"And that's where Vaelix perished," I went on evenly. "The Feran princess included."

The statement hit with force.

Kael shut his eyes momentarily, then reopened them, a controlled spark flashing underneath. "You took them down," he stated.

"Yes," I confirmed.

Quiet enveloped the area. "What of Anjee?"

"He sided with me," I explained, "and joined the Order of Absolute."

Kael studied me at length, then shook his head gradually, like shaking loose a stubborn vision.

"Killing Vaelix, I buy that," he finally said. "The princess even. Those align with what I've witnessed from you." His look intensified. "Anjee turning on the Ferans? That's tougher to accept."