"Yeah, and I've got some other missions too. The folks from Europa aren't convenient to operate in Divine Land—after all, I have a Divine Land face, so it'll be easier for me."
"Whoa, you're actually gonna be a traitor now..." Misha looked utterly disgusted.
"You don't know shit. I'm just looking for a chance to bail. Once I get to Divine Land, anyone there who's got a problem with me can come bite me if they've got the guts."
"You think they'll just let you go? Are you kidding me?"
"Heh heh heh, of course I'm not volunteering for this. It's a mission they assigned me. Word is, they really couldn't find anyone suitable—no one qualified would dare take it, since they've already lost a bunch before me. As for me, I had no choice, totally unwilling, but after three rounds of wrangling I was forced to leave the land of freedom. Can't blame me for that."
"Can you talk about it?"
