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The beginning of it, I hope, Machiavelli replied with a soft smile, as if extending a hand to gently fend off her impending assault.

An excellent question indeed, my Lady, he concurred, his voice rather calm despite the tension in the air. I am not foolish enough to expect you to put your trust in me blindly. Rather, I seek the opportunity to earn your confidence through my actions, starting by providing you with answers.

My attack on Legend was a regrettable case of mistaken identity, He admitted with a resigned shrug, It's as simple as that.

Whom did I mistake her for? That, my esteemed Hebsut is where I place my trust in you: I am being pursued. Machi admitted earnestly, his opal eyes meeting hers with a pleading sincerity. I cannot say by how many or when they will find me, but I know they draw closer with each passing day. In my misguided judgment, I mistook Legend for one of those adversaries, prompting my attack.

So, why should you trust me? he asked, posing the question with a tinge of self-reflection. Because, like any rational being, I am motivated by self-preservation. My survival hinges upon establishing a refuge here in Akashingo. Therefore, it is undeniably in my best interest to ensure this palace and its inhabitants flourish.

I understand your skepticism, and respect it, Machi sighed, lowering his gaze briefly to the pouch under his paw. However, I lay bare my soul before you. I did not come here with the intent to deceive you, Lady Eset.