Curtis didn't even want to imagine what he must've looked like as all that happened, and he was once again about to say that if someone else needed that particular crystal core, then they could have it.
Especially after hearing that there was actually quite a variation of cores, and out of everyone who'd redeemed their vouchers, they'd only gotten three S-rank ones!
The struggling deputy nearly choked at his own audacity for using the word only when even a single S-rank core would've given the elites of the Empire something to wage wars over.
But considering how three was apparently still fewer than what D-29 had been hoping for, Curtis couldn't exactly start screeching about how absurd that sounded, could he?
Yet, with that additional information, he was feeling all the more burdened by the things that kept landing in his lap.
Wouldn't it be better to maybe save it in case they needed to sell it down the line? Maybe the next generation could benefit from it.
