"Lady Feiyali, are you..."
Motan rubbed his temple with a bit of a headache, asking with a bitter smile, "Threatening me?"
Yizou's gaze instantly turned sharp, though the female knight wasn't wearing her finely crafted knight armor now, but a very beautiful dress, and with the two blushes that hadn't faded from her cheeks, her presence wasn't as strong as usual.
"I thought you'd be more forceful when asking me that, Havan."
Fyari smacked her lips, then suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "I can swear to the Goddess that I will never reveal the secret that 'the Black Vatican Priest of the Church of the Dawn is actually Sumer's Deputy Commander,' nor do I plan to ask for any reward from you; it's just that..."
"I think the key is in that 'it's just that,' isn't it?"
Motan, at a definite disadvantage in terms of position, looked at the other party calmly, though his heart was in a panic.
"That's right."
