James tilted his head, considering her words with mock seriousness. "Hmm. That does sound tempting. What do you think, Gin?" He asked toward Gin.
Gin froze, speechless. The casual, almost friendly demeanor James had displayed earlier toward him had vanished, replaced by a frosty one. Even his tone seemed colder.
"Gehenna can offer whatever you desire in exchange for this woman. Just leave her with us, and your reward will be yours."
Understanding the gravity of his situation, Gin spoke quickly. His time was running out, and if he didn't find a body soon, death would claim him. He was barely holding on, conserving his mana and avoiding any unnecessary strain.
"Whatever I want, huh?" James blinked, quite interested.
Cattleya, on the other hand, could feel a cold sweat forming on her brow. She met James' gaze, and the unspoken message was clear: "How will you respond?"
