"Lady Lilabet, what do you mean by that?" Jenny frowned slightly upon hearing her words.
"Don't you trust him? Then let's make a verbal wager. I wager that Ivan Marichardon will not succeed in condensing the throne."
The Dark Night Mother Goddess replied with a playful smile.
"Such a serious matter is no joke and shouldn't be taken lightly."
"Or are you not as confident as you claim?"
"I am."
"Then—"
"No wager."
Faced with Jenny's seriousness and stubbornness, the Dark Night Mother Goddess chuckled in exasperation. She opened her mouth but, in the end, refrained from saying anything harsh.
If the Sea Mother were here, she would surely have mocked someone mercilessly for once again losing face.
In fact, Jenny had once heard Ivan say this: every word and deed of a mighty being carried immense weight.
