Raiden rested on a sofa, his eyes darting at the chandelier above, while Speed sat right beside him in silence. Outside, the others were training while Leo went through the bookshelves across the house. Neither would speak first—too arrogant, both of them.
Raiden had wondered why he didn't receive any ability from Speed after their pact, but he'd already dismissed the concern. Probably because he was wrapped in Ash's chains at the time, his crest barely recognizable. Not that he would have asked about it anyway—Speed himself wouldn't have known.
However, after a brief moment, Speed set his pride aside and spoke up. "We are very grateful for your help, but I'm afraid we don't serve anyone. We aren't slaves."
Raiden tilted slightly toward him. They were already his servants, so he couldn't understand what Speed was mumbling about. Beyond that, he didn't want people working for him solely because of some contract they'd formed.
