Preliminary Conflict

"A variable wormhole?"

President Anderson raised a brow, clasping both hands on top of the table and resting his chin atop them.

"If that's true, then protecting you three from the pursuit of the Meyers Royal Family would be a small matter," he continued, his expression turning slightly unreadable.

"Tell me where it is first so I can confirm whether it's real or not. After all, I've had my eyes on every inch of the Astoraxia Galaxy and haven't found a single variable wormhole anywhere."

"Promise me that you'll keep your word of protecting us first."

Of course, I wasn't about to just hand over my ace for free.

"If you take the information and pretend this talk never happened, then I'm just losing out in the exchange, after all."

"...From the way you speak, do you have other things you could use as leverage against me?"

"Who knows?"

Our gazes locked, the tension between us crackling like static.