"Trust your... uh, father."
Lia managed to say those words with great difficulty.
After all, Priscilla looks like she's almost as old as Viktor now.
But Priscilla was clearly unable to accept it.
She tugged at her arm anxiously, but was also careful not to accidentally hurt Lia.
He could only anxiously turn to look at Victor, then quickly said to Leah:
“The monk has already helped me so much; I can’t let him continue to be in trouble…”
"Huh? What did you just call him?"
Before she could finish speaking, Lia's voice rang out, interrupting her.
Priscilla looked bewildered and turned to look at Lydia.
"Uh... Master, we're not related by blood, so am I addressing you incorrectly...?"
After her words trailed off, she suddenly noticed that Lia's eyes were gradually becoming somewhat dangerous.
It seemed that even the fox in her arms was staring at her with a malicious gaze.
"Let's make a bet."
Suddenly, Lia released her arm and put her smile back on.
“If Viktor wins, from now on you will always call him ‘father’.”
"And you must always call me 'Auntie'."
Priscilla blinked, looking at Leah with great confusion.
She didn't quite understand what kind of bet this was.
But Leah successfully made her forget about the potential crisis Victor might be facing, because she couldn't help but be curious about the upcoming bet.
"Then, what if the mage doesn't win..."
"Excuse me."
Lia smiled, but her usual warm smile seemed somewhat...
cold.
There are no "ifs".
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