"Uh... even if you ask me that, it's still..."
The praying mantis was still engulfed in panic, unable to extricate herself.
The question posed by Roland was not only sudden but also seemed to have only one possible answer—refusal—for a long-time member of Arachnid accustomed to loyalty training and prioritizing the organization above all else...
"Young Master Roland."
The ever-silent Spider began to speak:
"Do you mean to say that we can ask for a reward from you?"
"That's right, as long as it's within my power to give, even if not immediately possible, I will definitely strive to pay it later."
"In that case."
Spider nodded, a suggestive smile crossing her face.
"I want your essence, Young Master."
"..."
Both the praying mantis and the beetle knew of Spider's openness, but even they were rendered speechless by her demand, which seemed all too natural for her.
