"Happy cooperation!" Even though Tinryss didn't answer, he knew that she had agreed to his conditions.
Lathel stood up and shook a hand as white as snow and as soft as the most luxurious fabric in the world.
A strange feeling crept into his body, making him feel confused.
Suddenly, he felt that Tinryss was extremely attractive. A desire arose in his heart that he must possess her and make her his wife.
Luckily for Lathel, that kind of feeling only appeared for a small moment and then disappeared.
Lathel frowned. He knew Tinryss had just used enchantment magic; however, now he was almost immune to that type of magic.
He gripped Tinryss's hand as if warning her, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand.
"Tinryss, I hope you really want to cooperate and not trick me. If you lie to me, I will show you that hell is many times more terrible than what you think."
