Accompanied by an unbearable sense of irritation, Ivyst's expression grew gradually colder.
The temperature around her dropped slowly.
"Three hundred thousand, to let me meet with him."
On the other hand, Felit seemed oblivious to the change in Ivyst at the moment, still calmly raising the stakes.
"Felit," Ivyst finally spoke, "if you bring this up again, I will kill you."
Her gaze was cold and sharp, like a knife fixed on the silver-haired youth.
Hearing these words, a hint of surprise flickered through the eyes of the Second Prince, Felit.
Then his lips slowly curled up: "This is getting more interesting, Ivyst."
"It seems that this guy holds a rather unusual position in your heart?"
"I believe it's the first time I've seen you show such an expression for someone, dear little sister."
