"In any case, even if you use the Holy Spear, I'll interfere, so you might as well save that precious Magic Power."
"You're not planning to use the throne lightly, are you?"
Reiger gestured toward the direction of the large cave.
"After all, your throne was originally prepared to deal with that thing, wasn't it?"
This statement made Morgan's gaze flicker once again.
Seeing this, Reiger spoke indifferently, saying.
"If I win, I hope you'll willingly come with me, freeing yourself from this Curse that has bound you for thousands of years."
Bound...
Curse...
Morgan's eyes grew slightly cold, her mood clearly not very good.
Something she had persistently pursued for thousands of years was being judged by others as a bind, as a Curse, and the person doing the judging was her nominal husband. How could Morgan possibly feel happy?
"What if I win?"
Morgan coldly uttered this question.
She spoke not because she intended to accept Reiger's wager.
