"I said they," Prince Eren clarified nonchalantly, casually tracing abstract lines across the surface of the table. "They're the ones who'll bring back a mecha. Once they've succeeded, we can decide what to do with it from there."
"..."
Bram's expression stiffened.
His master, however, seemed perfectly satisfied with his own reasoning.
"Besides, the affairs of the Outer Rim are hardly our responsibility. Why should we be held entirely accountable for something when we're merely offering fair compensation for a service?"
Fair compensation?!
Was that seriously how His Highness intended to describe offering a year's supply of Apex Black to anyone willing to steal an Imperial custom mecha?!
No.
Not just any of those ridiculously expensive custom builds from Solara, but one of the custom mechas belonging to that popular guild?!
Still, Bram knew better than to voice his objections.
So after a moment of strained silence, he could only lower his head.
