Clay slowly leaned back against the gryphon saddle while the cold wind continued brushing past him.
His expression gradually calmed down again, but inside his mind, countless thoughts were still running wildly.
The system had given him permission.
Four chances.
Four attempts.
No backlash.
At least… supposedly.
Even now, Clay still did not fully trust it.
After all, this was the same defective system that almost got outplayed by his own loophole involving Maid Cy.
Still—
If Maxwell truly wanted to target him, then sitting around and pretending nothing was happening would only make things worse later.
Clay sighed quietly.
"So troublesome…"
Frazanna and the others below were still looking upward at him carefully, none of them daring to interrupt his silence. From their perspective, the young master of the Valmont Family suddenly became quiet in the middle of the conversation for unknown reasons.
To them, it looked mysterious.
To Clay, however—
