Before her eyes, Seth quickly absorbed four constant-class essence stones. These stones could be worth far more than a house if traded to a mage seeking to boost their mana or a warrior wanting to harden their body. But for now, Seth was neither—he merely enjoyed the privileges of being the sovereign's "lackey." No wonder people were jealous of him.
"Why didn't you absorb this one?" she asked, pointing to the essence stone Seth had set aside.
"I changed my mind. I'm giving it to you," he replied evenly.
"I refuse," the young elf retorted sharply.
"Why? Are you worried your awakening requires a variant-class essence stone?" Seth teased, his gaze fixed on her as she bit her lip.
"That's part of it," she murmured. "I just don't want you to use it as an excuse to take advantage of me."
"Are you seriously bringing that up again?!" Seth exclaimed, rising abruptly.
