She looked up at Arthur, and, just as she did, his eyes, like shimmering stars, were fixed on her.
The two exchanged a smile.
It was a rare understanding.
She believed Arthur was indeed right, she had not only awakened the eagle but had also won the bet.
Her sharp gaze shifted to Winny Johnsons, who was hiding in the corner, and she asked with a slight smile, "Miss Johnson, are you alright?"
"...I... I am, of course, alright." Winny Johnsons stubbornly refused to admit otherwise.
But in her heart, she was already terrified.
"Do you still remember the bet we just made?" Ella Lacey gently persuaded.
"...Remember..."
It took Winny Johnsons a long while to utter these two words, her voice as small and buzzing as a fly.
She was so guilty!
Cold sweat broke out on her hands and feet as she turned her eyes toward Julion Johnsons, pleading, "My dear nephew, please save your aunt... I don't want to cripple my legs... I don't want to..."
Before Julion Johnsons could answer,
