Next morning.
Azael sat on a bench in the training hall, thinking about something very deeply.
Clang!
Clang!
Other knights and guards were training around him.
"What are you thinking so deeply about, Azael?" Arista asked, staring at him with slight amusement.
Her violet eyes were curious.
Azael, who had been thinking about how to get enough money, was pulled out of his thoughts.
His eyes fell on Arista, who was sitting beside him. "It's nothing... just random things..."
"Oh come on. I could tell you were thinking about something very important," she said with a mischievous smile.
Azael thought for a while and did not reply to her immediately.
He drew a slow breath, his gaze settling on his sister before he finally spoke. "I need to borrow some money."
Arista raised her brow in surprise. "Money? Well, we have a lot of money... so it's not a problem. How much do you want?"
