Raiden and Alex emerged from the forest to stand before the vast grassy field, Raiden's house visible in the distance.
Raiden wouldn't let Alex get any closer to the mansion, not from fear but because he didn't want him in his domain. Alex didn't mind—as long as Raiden would hear him out, that was enough.
"Your hatred toward my family is valid… that's the main reason for a rivalry, isn't it?" He smiled, though Raiden didn't spare him a glance.
"Well, let me get to the important matters…" He sighed. "I want you to help me get rid of my family."
Raiden turned to him with a confused expression, his perplexed thoughts clear on his face.
"I know I sound ridiculous, but I have half of my family to support me on this." Alex looked away, avoiding Raiden's gaze.
Only one thought consumed Raiden's mind: what was happening here? How could someone from a family that despised his own stand before him and speak with such boldness?
