For several long moments, Celia Pearl did not answer.
The massive arena that had been buzzing with conversation only moments ago gradually fell into silence. Even the spectators who knew nothing about the wager instinctively sensed that something unusual was happening between the two participants.
Inside Celia's mind, however, a completely different discussion was taking place.
The White Stag remained silent at first.
Its ancient consciousness carefully observed Kiara from afar through Celia's senses, studying every tiny movement, every expression, and every fluctuation of energy around her.
The beast emperor had existed for countless years and had encountered geniuses, monarchs, saints, and monsters who could shake kingdoms, yet every time it looked at Kiara, it felt an uncomfortable sensation that it could not properly explain.
Finally, after several moments of contemplation, the White Stag spoke.
"Accept it."
Celia was startled.
"Just like that?"
