Yarbede heard Duke's question and let out a laugh as clear as ice crystal wind chimes, tinged with a hint of teasing.
Her violet-black eyes sparkled, seeming to find Duke quite amusing.
"The price?" She tilted her head slightly, a white horn almost touching Duke's forehead, bringing a trace of coldness.
"My price is that before delivering each message, you must... bring me joy once."
As Yarbede spoke, she gazed directly at Duke with those violet-black eyes, as if they could capture souls, filled with candid and provocative hints.
Her slender fingers even gently traced the edge of her armor flickering with a mysterious gloss beneath her collarbone.
Duke received not just language, but far more specific and impactful Spiritual Power information, conveying meanings that made his blood surge instantly, his cheeks flushing slightly.
