Momoko scoffed, the sound sharp and laced with disdain.
Though the entire exchange thus far had been mildly amusing, even entertaining enough to keep her from losing interest, she still couldn't help but find the proposal laughable.
A fleeting consideration flickered in her mind, but it vanished just as quickly.
She was far too powerful—too far above—to require something like his strength.
"Why would you ever think your power as the Child of Anti-Prophecy could offer me anything I don't already have?" she said, her tone biting with arrogance. "Hah… there's really not much there, is there?"
Even after Kouhei had clearly laid out his offer, his terms, and his reasoning, it did nothing to move her. Her expression remained unimpressed, her demeanor entirely unmoved. She looked at him now not with interest—but with subtle amusement, as though she were sizing up a toy rather than a threat.
Yet something lingered behind that cold gaze.
