"No matter what you say, I won't give you the remaining Demon Marrow Spirit Pearl."
The girl glanced at Dalaisai warily.
"Alright." Dalaisai shrugged his shoulders upon being seen through, then his expression turned serious, "What are your plans now?"
"What other plans could there be?" The girl looked around, her green eyes fixating in a certain direction, a sharp glint flickering, "Of course, to take back my sword!"
"Even though it's just an inferior product formed by a projection, without it, my sword can't be reforged with Demon Blood into a gold quality!"
Thinking of a figure that had left her completely defenseless, the girl gritted her teeth, "I want to tear that detestable person to pieces!"
"It's your own fault for breaking into an instance area that was still in the process of creation..." Feeling the girl's murderous gaze, Dalaisai shrugged, "Okay, forget I said anything."
He could somewhat understand the thoughts of this younger sister of his.
