"No, I'm not going to do that."
Lucy glared back at the Black Seat of Death while folding her arms. He gave off a dangerous and ominous but she didn't back away and, instead, directly faced him and objected to his proposal without a second thought.
Forne stood before her, his black pupils staring holes at her, displeased by her uncooperative behavior.
"In refusing to do this, you'll be condemning him."
Hearing this, she coldly snorted and retorted:
"So you want me to trick him? Not going to happen!"
Artid stood by the side, trying to calm both of them but hesitated after being suffocated by their rising aura. A second longer and a fight would surely break out, which is definitely something he hoped for when they invited her here. She officially claimed the White Seat and proved her worth, nevertheless, whatever Forne asked of her wasn't unreasonable, even from Artid's perspective.