Everything was taking place as Kars had anticipated, with absolutely no surprises.
However, watching Violet's retreating figure, he still felt a faint sense of unease.
As for what might happen in the future, whether everything will remain predictable and controllable or not, will all depends on him now.
With this in mind, he deliberately takes a deep breath, straightens his waist to ensure he's in the best condition.
Violet arrived at Yoda's forge.
Here, on her own turf, she was slightly accustomed to the respect displayed by the mercenaries upon her arrival.
However, this newly arrived Master Blacksmith Yoda didn't pay her any mind at all.
The slight discrepancy was enough for Violet to sense a vague feeling of defeat.
But whether he considered her important was irrelevant- the only measure Violet used to evaluate him was the quality and strength of the weapons he forged.