Location: Myriad Realms, Yellow Plains, Freedom Fighter's headquarters.
Wyatt quietly studied Sansa, his gaze lingering on her after sweeping over the other captains. Except for Blair, they had all disappointed him. That said, he didn't hold it against them—except for Luna. They were exhausted, weighed down by the burden of failing those who trusted them. Luna, though? She lacked empathy, too caught up in cold logic. Otherwise, she would never have betrayed the Southern Royal family in the first place.
He had counted on them to argue, to stall for time, to drag this out. Instead, Sansa had readily accepted every condition thrown her way, shutting down the debate before it even started. That caught him off guard. There was no way she had given up on her world domination scheme.
Sansa was a predator. She wouldn't change—not for love, not for anything. A lion wouldn't turn into a herbivore just because it grew up alongside a gazelle. He knew she was up to something. But honestly? He didn't care. He would never agree to work with her. If not for his attempt to avoid unnecessary casualties, he would have struck her down already.
Exhaling slowly, Wyatt finally spoke. "If it were up to me, I'd never let you join the Freedom Fighters. But since the majority seems to think it's a good idea, I have no choice but to hear them out. That said, it's hard to trust that you won't turn on us later—"
Sansa's sharp eyes flickered, catching the shift in his tone. Before he could give his final verdict, she cut in, her voice urgent. "Tell me what I need to do to gain your trust."
Her decisiveness had an immediate effect. The neutral captains wavered, some leaning in her favor. She sounded sincere, and everyone knew she was reckless and crazy enough to do anything for Baylor.
Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "Return Ned unharmed—"
"Done!" Sansa interrupted before he could even finish.
"I wasn't done," Wyatt said with a frown, only for Sansa to cheerfully ask, "What else?"
He narrowed his eyes and put forward his final condition, "I want you to bring me the Emissary of Light's divinity and grimoire. Do that, and not only will I let you join the Freedom Fighters, but I'll also make you one of the captains and create a separate surveillance and spy department for you to lead using your Paw Clan just like you demanded."
The smirk on Sansa's face froze. Her amusement vanished, replaced by a deep frown.
Meanwhile, the captains exchanged puzzled glances. They had no personal vendetta against the Empire and certainly didn't want to provoke one at the moment. Sure, some fanatics from the Empire had allied with the World Leaders over the Silver Beach Dungeon, but that was a different matter entirely.
Still, they weren't blind. They knew that sooner or later, their cause would put them at odds with the Empire. If this was the price Wyatt demanded for letting Sansa join, they weren't about to challenge him on it. He had his reasons. Besides, he wasn't just demanding something from her—he was also offering a fair exchange, giving her an entire department under her control.
To them, it seemed like a straightforward deal.
Luna, however, saw exactly what Wyatt was doing. She knew the Emissary of Light would become the greatest obstacle to their cause if left unchecked. After hearing Wyatt question Sansa earlier, she had already started to suspect that the Emissary of Light had reached the demigod realm by allying with Gideon Grim. If that were true…She, too, was growing concerned. Then she could no help pounder, 'With Handsome Fox joining their ranks will they till be called three mischiefs? Four Fuckers would make a better title.' This content is hosted at *.
"This doesn't seem fair," Sansa suddenly said, her voice carrying a hint of irritation.
The captains frowned at her protest, but before they could question it, she quickly clarified, "I thought the deal was that I'd get a captain's seat and my own department in exchange for donating my entire fortune to the Freedom Fighters. Now you're asking me to take down the Emissary of Light on top of that?"
A murmur spread through the room as the captains exchanged glances. She has a point.
No one would willingly give up their entire fortune to a cause without having a say in it. And asking her to eliminate the Emissary of Light as well? That was pushing it.
Wyatt looked at Sansa for a brief moment, his gaze steady and unreadable. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unable to control the small twitch in her fingers. Then, with a smirk, he said, "We don't need your money. You know what? From now on, I'll be paying every member of the Freedom Fighters a monthly salary—based on their contribution, of course. Even the captains."
A heavy silence filled the room. The captains stared at Wyatt, stunned. The Freedom Fighters had millions of members. That meant he'd be spending hundreds of billions just to cover salaries for the low-level fighters alone.
Luna shook her head, exhaling through her nose as she watched Wyatt flex his wealth. She had dealt with him back when she was with the Southern Royal family—she knew exactly how secure his wallet was. There was no way he'd just hand out money. No, their members would have to work for it. Still, compared to their current situation—where they not only had to fight but also burn through their savings and sell off their assets just to keep the organization afloat—this was a massive upgrade.
Sansa frowned slightly, though she masked it well. She knew just how successful Wyatt's VR universe was, but seeing him invest this much in the Freedom Fighters unsettled her. If he took on the financial burden, what leverage would she have? How would she prove the Freedom Fighters needed her?
She didn't let her displeasure show. Instead, she quietly calculated, searching for a way around Wyatt's move. Then, her eyes lit up with realization. Her oath with other Mischiefs. A slow grin spread across her lips. The problem had just solved itself.