Chapter 72

"You consort with the Vexoth. I could never consider you one of my own." Analise's gaze hardened, her voice colder than ever. "Consort with?" Sean paused, mulling over the words. "No, no, Ms. Chamber, I think there's been a misunderstanding. Even if we stand on opposite sides, isn't that a bit harsh?" Analise's eyes remained steely. "Which side are you on? And who exactly are you?" Sean spread his hands with a casual grin. "I'm Sean. Maybe not the Sean they know, but he's still Sean. After all, there are countless worlds. Why should there be only one of me? You understand what I mean, don't you, Ms. Chamber?" How could she not? It was a classic transmigration scenario. Same name, different person. Sean wasn't Sean, but he was a Sean. He was himself, just no longer the original. "As for my stance…" Sean paused. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't have one?" "No stance? Then why conspire with the Reclaimers and help spread Vexoth venom?" Analise scoffed, clearly skeptical. "