Hearing Comilian's words, the group exchanged glances.
Of course, how could the Academy easily hand over the first ever Cored Weapon on Jona? They would definitely try their best to snatch it for themselves.
Yet for some reasons, despite knowing all of this, the group merely grinned mockingly, Noil rubbed his chin and chuckled while saying, "Wanna bet on how many questions that good guy is going to ask?"
A teasing smile appeared on Ella's face as she said, "Just don't make the poor guy cry."
"Hehe! Welcome aboard!" Noil grinned and rubbed his chin in contemplation, "But betting alone is no fun... it needs some spice!"
"How about the one who wins gets to decide how to deal with mister good guy?" Bawak asked with a cute smile.
"...Not bad! Well then, do the honours!" Noil nodded in approval and motioned for him to take the lead.
"I bet 8 questions. Lets scare him!" Bawak's eyes shone innocently.
