What was the bet?
It was simple.
After they had destroyed the bandit hideout, Steven had sworn with absolute certainty that his daughter was alive.
His conviction had been so strong, so unshakable, that Azel couldn't resist needling him with a wager.
Even though he knew she was alive, after all what kind of man didn't take advantage of a rich man?
Whoever finds her first takes the winnings.
The prize? A mountain of gold.
And now, standing before everyone, Azel had just cashed in.
"I'm just cashing in on my win like any other gentleman," Azel said with a chuckle, adjusting his shirt with deliberate arrogance. "Be thankful that I didn't double it — I was feeling generous today."
Steven exhaled heavily, his massive shoulders sagging as if this loss weighed more than all the years he carried on his back.
Azel, meanwhile, looked positively smug.
