Ewen pushed Asmodeus away, "I don't know the conflict between you and him, but you... you and I, do you want to see me collapse with your own eyes?"
Asmodeus smiled serenely, "Perhaps, can you still maintain elegance and nobility in the face of pressure?"
"I'm curious, Ewen, I'm curious about what kind of expression you'll show when everything falls apart. I want to know how long your so-called nobility will last. I also want to know, with your desire so close at hand, why do you choose to halt?"
Asmodeus hadn't encountered such a peculiar person in a long time. She knew what Ewen wanted, yet up to now, Ewen didn't open his mouth to ask for it.
"Let me think, a promise? A beautiful life?"
Asmodeus said as she took Ewen's hand, gently rubbing his rough skin, "Ewen, this is the reward for your relentless pursuit. As long as you speak, you'll have everything. Why don't you ask for it?"
