A Flower’s Dignity (and Its Price)

Swallowing down a mouthful of metaphorical blood, Juwon could only go along with the elf's words. With a shocked expression (though, as a plant, his face couldn't actually show such complexity), he said,

"Really? I really helped a lot?"

Hearing that, Ke'Oth quickly shifted from being a mere spectator to an active participant.

As one of the top figures in the demon race, he certainly understood the deeper meaning behind putting on a show. He didn't think there was anything wrong with using such a hypocritical trick to fool a flower.

Demons never had integrity in the first place, right?

Ke'Oth put on a deeply touched expression.