Coming To A Deal

"I said what I said."

Myria's voice was firm and unapologetic, not caring if she offended any of the people here or caused their feelings to be hurt if they worshiped Saintess Lunaria.

She didn't bother to repeat herself.

"You-"Saintess Luciella Valerian looked utterly confused as she stood up.

"That condition, I can try to fulfill it."

Abruptly, Davis spoke up, causing Myria to glance at him. Her brows faintly squinted as though she didn't want him to do such a thing, but he didn't look at her.

"Then you can verify if what she said was true or not by having a tea party with Saintess Lunaria. For now, it would be better if we can just trade."

"…"

Saint Luciella Valerian saw the Divine Emperor of Death forcing a trade. She was confused, but she understood the answers she sought were also within the opportunity they were already seeking.

"Try?"