She casually grabbed a robe and covered her body before turning to him.
"I know who I am. Mr. Cristian. I am Erika Lucaryn, the sole surviving white elf."
The calm aura around her meant Erika was already aware of who she was.
"I was expecting a form of gratitude." Cristian took Erika to the wall, pinned both her hands with his right hand and wrapped his hands around her waist with his left.
"What form of gratitude do you want, then?" Erika smirked. Her sly gaze made him even more vigilant.
"The core in your possession. We agreed that you'd give it to me after we help your clan but breaking the curse can replace it, right?"
Erika's lips curled up even more. "I will give you the core, but only if you swear an oath."
When she saw him frown, Erika easily freed herself and ran her fingers through his neck, taking in his intoxicating scent.
"I need you. Mr. Cristian. Losing your team would be disastrous."
"Mn."
