A Man of Miracles

"Good," he said simply, his voice calm but tinged with amusement. "That's exactly what I was hoping for." He paused, letting his words sink in before adding, "We don't have to be enemies, you know. We can use each other. It's... efficient this way."

Helga raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Efficient? Is that what this is to you? And now that I lost my backing am I not useless to you?"

"It is," Midas replied. "And let's be clear—I don't trust you, Helga. Not yet. You're here because I need to see if you're worth keeping around. Prove yourself, and maybe you'll see real growth. And with regards to your use… That is for me to know and for you to find out."

Helga snorted, crossing her arms. "You think we're stuck together, don't you? Let me set you straight. I'm not stuck with you. I have my path, and it doesn't end here. I'll rebuild what my master lost. Mark my words."