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Honestly, Borax wasn't a risk taker either.

Something had changed in him when he had received this power. He had realized that going out and patrolling by himself wasn't necessarily a risk anymore. To some degree, he had needed to take the risk when he was a lieutenant. When he was a lieutenant, part of his assignment was just to get himself in trouble on purpose. He needed to start to categorize the members of the white moon around him.

But now? He was a captain. He could teleport away if he had to. He could still continue to learn all the people around him, categorize them, and work to make the general sovereign that led his team... Content enough with him to offer him a promotion. And really, that was all he needed.

Once he was a general, he wouldn't have to deal with Hestia's bullshit anymore, for one.

But perhaps right in front of him he could have another credit towards getting his damn promotion finally.

Borax could feel nearby what he had learned was the sense of a squire. He spun around his own spear and headed towards it. Maybe he could make quick work of this one. And if not, maybe he could continue to categorize. The more entries he could put into the database, the better. If he became prolific at it, maybe he could even angle for something more.

The drive for more power was something he could not quite escape.

Alright, so a female Jupiter Squire. A female Jupiter Squire with a whole lot of bluster. Something he could probably handle if she could stop talking. He corked a brow at her as she claimed that he would regret being there and he should probably just go. Maybe he wouldn't like things if he stayed there.

To be fair, there were a lot of things about this he didn't necessarily like. It wasn't like he got innate enjoyment in getting his hands dirty. The power it gave him though? The suffering it gave others though?

Yeah, maybe he enjoyed that part.

"Generous, eh?"

He noticed the wind kicked up and assumed it had something to do with her Squire magic. The best he could do is track what it did, and does he tried to dig around to try and figure out what that did, another thought bubbled in his mind. Why the ******** was he doing this, anyway?

Did the power actually matter that much? He could technically just go back home. He had a big mansion. He kind of had at everything he needed already. And did he really need more? Really?

Borax shook his head rapidly.

The ******** would ask himself where that thought came from, but he was fairly sure he had the answer to that. He felt like he was getting into an argument with himself--was this actually necessary? It was ******** up his hair--as he advanced towards her and tried to lance her with his spear. "Knock that s**t off-"

The strange sensation that he should just drop it was starting to fade away. Thank ********. Alright, so that was just the effect of her magic. Thought he was starting to lose his ******** mind...

He was glad to have that confirmed.

But now the question was, was she bluffing in her panic?

If she wasn't, that was actually some interesting knowledge to bring back the Negaverse. That would meant that night some knights had access to additional magic, and that did not seem to be a common thing observed. On the other hand, if she was, this would be a fun lesson learned for her and fun for him.

Sounded like a win-win.

His lips lifted in a smirk.

"No."

He swung the spear back around, attempting a recovery from the way she smacked it away, and gave it another shot, stabbing it towards her once more.