Is it the kind of reward she had in mind, or another kind?
Her consciousness became confused again, and her body temperature rose continually as she pressed against the bath's wall, slowly sinking until she was completely submerged. A few bubbles occasionally surfaced, showing that she was unharmed.
In the past, she thought lightly of bad women… no, bad men, who could deceive others with just a few words, leaving them disoriented. She believed she would never be like that; if anyone tried to bait her with words, she could decisively and rationally detach herself, perhaps even using a serrated greatsword to finish off the person baiting her.
That had always been her thought, but now she had become the very person she once scoffed at, deceived by ambiguous words into a state of agitation. Even though she felt that Lord Ahetar might just be joking, a strong sense of anticipation uncontrollably surged within her.
Perhaps that reward was exactly what she had in mind.
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