After all, it was designed by Morgan, and its difficulty ranked among the top in the seven rooms. Moreover, An Su, this lad, so far, hasn't shown any special talent in alchemy.
Just thinking that An Su might be eliminated in the first round and ultimately become a plaything for that woman, Merlin was filled with regret and anger, his heart full of remorse. Had he known this would happen, he would never have done what he did, had he known—
When betting on An Su's loss, he'd have bet more money.
"How about we, too, make a wager?" Bishop Morgan, seeing Merlin's expression, said with amusement.
"What's the stake, whoever loses becomes the son?" Merlin replied reflexively.
"...Are all you men this childish?" Bishop Morgan expressed speechlessness.
"Then what would you like to bet on?" Merlin asked.
"Let's bet on your centuries of alchemical materials," Bishop Morgan suggested with a smile, "I just happen to need them for upgrading my Angel Summoning Array to the ultimate version."