"I'm sorry, I can't do this."
Ulysses Sabrina shook her head gently.
Hearing this, Mike's face, which was covered by his clothes, turned sour. If Ulysses Sabrina was not willing to help, it would be useless even if he killed her. He never be able to recover his strength.
Timus knew the seriousness of this matter. His originally smiling expression immediately turned cold as he spoke.
"What do you mean? You're not willing to help?"
Ulysses Sabrina shook her head again.
"You've misunderstood. It's not that I'm not willing to help, but I can't help." She looked at the tender bud and continued on.
"This is a special seed passed down in the elven race. It's called a soul seed.
"Once you're possessed by this seed, you'll lose all your power and become at your weakest.
"Even I myself won't be able to forcefully take out this seed."