The Exchange Begins

"I thought you wanted to speak. Your consciousness woke me from a nap, so I assumed it was you trying to—"

'That's not what is happening here…' Ash rolled his eyes. 'What do you want?'

He didn't want to drag out the conversation for too long, but he also recognized that he had to appease Nyx at moments like this since he had used her help in the past and would definitely need more of it later.

'A satisfied slave works harder than one with a grudge.'

"I heard that!" Nyx screamed. "Are you calling me a slave?"

'What do you want?'

Since they were in his subconscious, even his thoughts could be heard by Nyx. As a result, there was no use hiding them from her or making excuses. Still, since she was his Familiar, there was nothing she could do about it.

Even if he called her—a Golden Phoenix—a slave, she had to swallow it.