"What I want from you is not servitude," Ethan said calmly, glancing at Elara.
"It is simply that you follow me. Nothing more."
"I don't like forcing others into things they don't want."
Elara lowered her eyes when she heard those words.
"I see… I understand."
Her voice was soft, but for some reason, a faint sense of emptiness welled up in her chest.
She did not feel forced at all.
On the contrary—if Ethan truly wanted it, she would have been willing.
But Elara was not foolish. Since Ethan had drawn a clear line, she would not step beyond it.
After a brief silence, she spoke again.
"There's something I don't understand."
"Say it," Ethan replied indifferently.
"Why do you want me to follow you, Mr. Ethan?" Elara asked seriously.
"In terms of realm, I'm weaker than everyone here. In terms of talent, I'm far inferior. Even in weapon refining—the one thing I'm best at—I'm still no match for the elders of my clan."
"My skills shouldn't be of much use to you, should they?"
