Back in his room, Duanmu Huai let out a long sigh, then he flopped onto the sofa, which emitted a pitiful groan under the burden, but Duanmu Huai paid it no mind as he turned his head towards Medea, who quietly sat beside him.
"Sorry, Medea, for using you as a bargaining chip again."
"No, MASTER, it's fine."
Faced with Duanmu Huai's apology, Medea smiled and shook her head.
"I understand what you're thinking, MASTER, and you don't see me merely as a tool, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn't need to consult me."
"After all, I needed to get your consent."
Indeed, although Duanmu Huai had used Medea as his trump card, it wasn't just his decision; he had consulted Medea and had secured her consent before playing that card. By normal standards, servants are just familiars, and some ordinary magicians might treat Medea as their familiar, but for Duanmu Huai, since it was a partnership, naturally, it was more convenient for both parties to communicate.
