Casually, Aengus tossed the small jar back to the Saintess.
"Sorry, Saintess, but I'm not interested in this deal."
The Saintess looked stunned.
Why is the Young Emperor refusing? Wasn't the offer tempting enough?
"Young Emperor, you don't have to be in such a hurry to refuse. If one jar isn't enough, we can offer you ten. Though I'm not sure if you can handle that much—it would mean gaining nearly 50 levels in such a short time. The chances of failure are high."
Aengus shook his head lightly, still appearing uninterested.
"I still have to refuse, Saintess. Perhaps you should leave now if you're done with your 'important' peace talk," Aengus said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
