She just ignored her own deficiencies and aimed for the greatest victory.
Even if it was her turn to shoot at the last round, she might succeed at last.
"Well, tell me, how much is the prize?" Joseph said to the point.
This time, Irish seemed to be slammed in the ribs and smiled. "Not too much."
Looking at her, Leo poked her head with his hand and said, "You don't hesitate to use us for profit."
"Since it is a competition, there must be a winner. Who would participate in it if there was no prize?"
"But you said it was for friendship." Leo derided.
"I need money to maintain friendships," Irish said sarcastically.
Joseph was plagued by them and simply opened up the curtains and watched the bonfire. Faint music came from afar, and the melodious strings accompanied the night winds, leaping past the grasslands and drifting into the room.
The bonfire started blazing bigger.
