Dante studied Ethan for a while to see if he was joking around or not. He had experienced a lot of things since he had returned… the admiration and the jealousy of many thanks to his power and the position of his father, but he had never met someone who looked so clearly to rip him off. Thanks to that, the atmosphere got weird.
"Hey, hey… don't misunderstand this guy, Dante," Ian said. "He isn't trying to make a fool of you, and he just doesn't think that he has any reason to help you with that. I am certain that he will tell you what you want if you offer something decent in exchange."
"... Do you want money?" Dante furrowed his eyebrows.
"I have no need for money," Ethan readily replied.
"... A magic weapon?" Dante asked.
"It depends on the effect that it has," Ethan replied.
"I can tell that this will take a while since your conversation skills suck hard," Ian shrugged his shoulders.
