"I'm going to try bestowing the Tycoon Mark upon you both now."
"But listen—there's only one shot at this. You must make a sincere, wholehearted decision to be loyal to the Tycoon Club and to the Head."
"If you can't receive the Tycoon Mark, then there's nothing even I can do to help."
Kidd took a deep breath and placed his right hand on Mark's.
Boom!
The instant their hands made contact, a mysterious surge of power exploded from Kidd's palm, blasting Mark backward.
He stumbled more than ten steps before managing to stabilize himself, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
"My heart still wavers. As the 23rd Commander of the Holy Light Temple… I guess I just can't let go of it."
Kidd's expression turned solemn.
He understood. That was just Mark's fate.
"Forget it," said Lucas with a shrug before Kidd could even reach toward him. "No need to try me. I feel the same way. I can't let go of the Holy Light Temple either."
