"So what?"
No matter what Sandra thought internally, she must maintain an air of strength in this predicament.
"No matter what, it's our internal matter. At present, whether it's the competition or the bet, you've lost. You're not trying to wimp out, are you? We signed a magic contract for our bet."
"Keep blabbing."
Verna, the Three-Point Witch, displayed the stake between the two of them: a Third Ring level magic accessory. She smirked and said, "Please continue uttering words of bravado. I'm just here to enjoy the show, a drama titled 'Civil War'."
"Take it."
Sandra accepted the accessory and casually handed it to Lanny, then rebutted Verna's schadenfreude. "You won't get what you want!"
"Is that so? Let's wait and see."
Verna chuckled, her face full of disdain. "I just wonder whether you'd dare to make another bet with me."
Sandra gritted her teeth: "Bet! What could I possibly be afraid of betting on?!"
