I raised a brow. "Really…"
I hadn't expected her to agree so easily. Not after everything between us. I thought there'd be more pushback, more hesitation, maybe another cutting remark about how she wanted my head on a spike.
But instead, without waiting for me to question it further, she lifted her hand and began the oath. Just like that. As if she already knew where this path would eventually lead—and chose it anyway.
"I, Zivra, daughter of Jael, swear in the name of Lord Drugar not to use my ability against any member of the…"
She trailed off, glancing sideways at me, one brow slightly raised like she was waiting for a prompt.
"The Jade Midgets," I muttered.
Her expression didn't change, but I swore I saw the corner of her mouth twitch.
"…Jade Midgets clan without permission from the chief," she continued. "If I refuse to keep this oath, may I be struck down to death."
Her voice didn't waver. Not once.
And just like that, it was done.
