"Sigh... making deals isn't this simple. Once you say it, you'll reap what you sow!" God muttered under his breath. The Elf King's lips twitched in anger. "Margie, don't you want revenge too?"
I snorted coldly, crossing my arms and looking at him with disdain. "Don't stir the pot. I've seen through worldly affairs now—I just want to raise my child for old age's sake. The great Margie is magnanimous and won't hold onto past grudges. We have nothing to do with each other anymore! You're dead, I'm alive—our paths diverge, and we don't walk the same road!" My tone was firm and icy, as if declaring a complete severance of ties.
Yet, the Elf King didn't back down. Instead, he forced a smile. "Kid, I've always doted on you, remember? Every time you came to heaven, I gave you the most delicious fruits!" He tried to sway me with memories, but clearly, it no longer worked.
