Am I Not Even Qualified To Be His Maid?

Sivir walked over with a golden crystal that was the size of a baby's fist, and offered it to Mag with both her hands. "This is the phantom core. Please accept it."

Mag glanced at that shiny golden crystal. Its texture was similar to an ordinary crystal but it contained a lot of energy.

However, energy at this level was already of no value to him.

Mag didn't reach out. He simply faintly said, "It's yours now."

"This…" Sivir looked at Mag and then at the phantom core in her hands. This was an extremely precious phantom core of a Golden-Eyed White Tiger. Its value was above 1,000,000 copper coins.

She couldn't see the expression underneath that mask, but judging from his calm tone, this phantom core wasn't important to him.

However, why was he giving it to her so easily?

Perhaps, it was a gift to his little maid?

So… he is already treating me like his maid?