Rednaya's attitude was very sincere. As a dignified Chief God, she was humbling herself to such an extent, nearly pleading.
Moreover, her makeup and image had been carefully chosen.
She wore no particularly ornate jewelry, her black hair was simply tied up without adornment, her dress was light and thin, revealing smooth shoulders and thighs, with emerald eyes glistening, captivating anyone—such an outfit even conjured the image of a young woman, tormented and weary, to anyone listening.
Needless to say, Rednaya's beauty could basically be deemed her Extraordinary Ability as Leviathandal's successor; no creature can resist her allure.
Yet, Leoz still remained calm.
"I don't oppose forming an alliance with you."
Faced with the hand Rednaya extended, Leoz neither rejected nor accepted. Gazing into Rednaya's captivating emerald eyes, he slowly spoke:
