An hour later, in the negotiation room, Aiden and Presia sat facing each other across an iron table.
"This really is a tough problem you've given me." After hearing Aiden's request, Presia gave her assessment, "To change a person's decision on a particular matter without affecting other parts of their spirit, such a delicate task can't be solved with mental magic. A sword master might be able to use a sword to kill beasts, but he probably can't use it to trim nails. I can brainwash her to do exactly as we say, but her spirit would suffer some trauma."
"Of course, I'm not asking you to go that far. I don't want to end up in jail," Aiden said, waving his hand, "My request is whether you can give her some hints that would make her gradually inclined to do it."
"That... maybe possible," Presia replied hesitantly, "but in the end, the final decision would still be up to her."
"That's the effect I want," Aiden nodded.
