"What do you mean by that?"
Zenova Artoria shot a look at Myria. Her voice was cold and her tone was one of a cat that had its tail stepped on, full of warning.
Myria knew she should choose her next words carefully. However, she didn't care.
"I'm asking if you do not want to be a part of the Davis Family, whether it be a sword or a wife."
"Mmph!~"
Zenova snorted as she turned to look away, "He humiliated me that day by making a proposal and daring to say that I could be the thirty-first wife, and you still think I would want to become his wife? What a joke~"
"However, that is something personal, and I wouldn't let it get in the way of our benefits, so stop making everything seem like we're so close that I want to become one with you people. What we have is purely a beneficial relationship, so being a sword is also not an option for me. I would rather want you all as a sword and shield."
"…"
