Percival grinned with a hint of mischief. "Looking to delve into the secrets of the ancient warrior lineages, are you? Well, I'm your guy. I'll be your greatest asset." Vance placed the business card on the table, his finger tapping over the name Mr. Percy, and asked with a serious tone, "So, you trust me now?"

Doubts about his alleged betrayal of the Vanguard Agency had always gnawed at him.

He did harbor ulterior motives, sure, but staining his hands with betrayal? That was a line he would not cross.

Percival's lips curved slightly. "Your obsession is solely with the ancient warrior lineages."

Vance fell silent, mulling over his options.

An alliance with Percival could indeed clear the fog shrouding the mysteries of the ancient warrior lineages.

But trust was not on the table, and their partnership was fraught with peril.

Now, cut off from the Agency's mainframe, he was blind to the secrets he sought. He needed an external ally.

"Why help me?" Vance finally asked.

Percival lowered his gaze briefly, then met Vance's eyes. "Your fixation with the ancient warrior lineages runs deep. I'd rather assist you now than risk others exploiting you later." The insinuation stung Vance like a slap across the face.

"So, you and Vivienne still suspect I might betray the Agency!"

Percival did not deny it. "In my eyes, you were never the saint."

Vance was momentarily lost for words.

Indeed, in his pursuit of the truth behind the ancient warrior lineages, he had strayed from his initial path.

Conscience had become a distant echo, fading with time.

with me. Aren't you afraid I might

Leopold an out. That's the second reason I'm willing to gamble on you," Percival

arranged

was not completely

"Fine. Since you've made up your mind, I'll submit your

or

you do, don't forget you were once an

through that door, he would no longer be a

Percival's resignation sent shock waves through the Rivenwood Vanguard Agency

his own

grew up together, and you don't know why he quit?" Soren's eyes were red with disbelief. Equally blindsided,

Cut

scuffle, which Thomas and Anna quickly

"Enough!" Thomas bellowed.

"And you?

I know? I got the news at the same time as you did!" Thomas

be calming your teams down? Have you forgotten what the deputy director told us?"

place, arriving leisurely at the foot of her

motorcycle's engine as Percival's car pulled

Let's catch the wind!" She called out, her voice cutting through the evening

night breeze tousled their hair

stepped out of his car, methodically unbuttoning his tailored suit

up by the waist with one hand, and,

spare helmet on, Percival's sleek look was surprisingly in harmony with his biker attire-a

engine and fixing his gaze on the

resting her head on

moment, they were truly side by

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