"What a pity. I'm well aware of how much it hurts to forcefully fuse a Divine Soul, but… who told you to refuse to accept the inheritance of your own accord."
"Since you won't accept my lord's inheritance willingly, I can only invite you to accept it passively…"
Eve gazed coldly at the sighing Rigdar. There was no anger or fear in those violet eyes, only thick, biting sarcasm:
"Inheritance? Rigdar… you really dressed up devouring in such grandiose terms… Thirty years have passed, and you're still running the same routine."
Rigdar wasn't the least bit angered by Eve's mockery.
He smiled faintly and said:
"Your Grace Eve, your Elf clansmen once said something rather amusing. Now, I'll give those words back to you…"
"Since ancient times… schemes win hearts!"
As he spoke, his smile grew even brighter:
