Chapter 105: VOL 2 Chapter 50: How low have you fallen.
"You truly have an appetite that knows no bounds."
Upon hearing Sigrún's words, Thalia sighed and shook her head slightly, then went on to comment in a somewhat bitter tone of voice. After all, what that golden-haired troublemaker was asking her to wager was a very important element required to repair the spatial isolation formation—one that those two wildcats had damaged some time ago.
The Nebulo Tree was an extremely rare tree that only grew in places where the fabric of space was especially thin, allowing it to be nourished by energies from other dimensions. Its fruits, the nebulon seeds, were a very useful resource, mainly used to enhance large-scale spells, to brew potions that strengthen one's mana, as a critical component in forging certain types of magical artifacts, or in the construction and reinforcement of various kinds of formations.
"If you don't want to bet, then why do you even open your mouth?" Sigrún replied with disdain, causing Thalia to look at her in annoyance, while Jessica and Eleonora moved away, talking quietly among themselves about random matters in an elegant and calm manner.
"Hmph." Thalia snorted, intending to leave the annoying Sigrún fighting by herself. But unexpectedly, an idea came to her mind that made her smile mischievously, so she quickly added with elegance.
"But I might be willing to accept if, in return, you wager leaving me alone with Erik for a month. How does that sound?"
"No way, that's out of the question." Sigrún responded instantly in a defensive manner, eyeing Thalia warily. This greatly broadened the smile of the fiery Master, who then asked in a challenging way, staring intensely into Sigrún's blue eyes.
"What, are you afraid of losing?"
"Say what you will, but that's completely nonnegotiable." Sigrún replied with an unusually serious attitude as she walked away, leaving Thalia utterly stupefied. After all, it was the first time she had ever seen Sigrún refuse a bet after having her pride provoked.
Meanwhile, Eleonora, who was a bit removed from the pair of fiery women, looked at Sigrún with a proud expression, seeing how her younger sister was maturing, growing to the point of not letting others' words provoke her—a weakness that until now had been one of her greatest.
"So you're afraid of losing your little disciple, Sigrún?"