For the sake of the special one

"But I have one question," Max chipped in.

Amber lifted an eyebrow at his request.

"Why did you help us?"

He didn't see any reason why someone would easily give away something that appeared to be as precious as the core.

The gun in Amber's hand quickly switches to a period of restructuring which took a little longer than other times when her gun automatically restructured. After some time, the former gun was now in the form of a beautiful hairpin which she placed into the red part of her hair.

"I didn't help you. My mistress did," Amber uttered with a blank expression stamped on her face.

"What do you mean your mistress?" Max asked.

"My mistress acknowledges your presence in the Harbingers Of Death as the special one," Amber replied. "She requested that I help you."

"But how then we're you able to find me? Even after we parted ways at the void of fame," Max was not satisfied with her answers.