The room seemed to freeze over for everyone but the two parties involved. Even the likes of Zayreus didn't expect this sort of answer.
The elders were in shock, Megean still hadn't recovered from the fact Sylas was actually alive and not dead like she thought he was, while Old Brama couldn't believe his ears.
Everyone but the two men seemed to have reacted.
"Oh? Please explain," the Thryskai said with the same gentle smile.
"I'm not sure what Grade you are, but it's surely far above myself. Isn't it cowardly to use me as a shield to get what you want?
"I'm not sure how powerful the power you come from is, but I know that you came here all on your own without the slightest fear of the Golden Grove. Isn't it cowardly to oppress them with that might when you can't otherwise do anything else?
"I'm not sure how your Thryskai Race found its way to my Summoned World, but I know that you almost ruined our chances of clearing it. Almost. Isn't it cowardly to target a world that hasn't even grown into its own yet?"
The Thryskai's smile didn't fade.
"Interesting words. Well, naive more than anything else. But interesting nonetheless."
"No. They aren't naive. I'm well aware of how the world works and you don't owe it to anyone to not use power you have in the palm of your hands to better your life. I just don't know why you don't find it boring." Sylas' gaze became placid, losing almost all their light as though he was looking right through the Thryskai. "I can't imagine what would be so fun about bullying those so much weaker than yourself."
Sylas was a man who couldn't be bothered to make more of himself than a professor because he felt the world was too easy. And even then, he didn't have nearly as much power in his dynamic with Earth as the Thryskai did in this situation.
He truly couldn't understand people like this at all. For what? Just for more power?
If you were constantly punching down while trying to step up, you'd be pulling your body in two separate directions. Both figuratively and literally.
At these words, there was finally just the slightest shift in the Thryskai's expression.
"… Mm… interesting, indeed. I can see why Gralith would want you as a disciple. Unfortunately, that arrogance will likely get you killed one day."
Sylas didn't reply, and the Thryskai's gentle smile didn't fade.
"Are you curious to know what I want from these people?"
"I am."
"Honest. I like that. You're a very curious sort of arrogant, it might help you live a little bit longer than I thought. But the ending will inevitably be the same."
The Thryskai looked away from Sylas, his eyes jumping from Yaoyao to Niafon, and back.
"It seems this boy has the intention of protecting you all. Isn't that interesting? How does that make you feel?"
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