The angel appeared extremely unwilling.
"I was born this way, can't teach you anything."
"Oh, does a hybrid of an angel and a dragon have such perks?"
Hela exclaimed in surprise, then let out a melodious yet unwilling whine,
"Why am I not a hybrid? That way I wouldn't have to worry about losing feathers."
"..."
Iliad had no idea how to console her, as this was beyond his understanding, something outside his knowledge.
"Can you give me one of your golden feathers? I promise to protect it with the highest grade alchemy matrix, preserving it for a lifetime."
Seeing Iliad still expressionless, Hela didn't give up,
"If you think you're losing out, I can trade with you. You give me your feather, I'll give you the ones I shed; I'll trade ten, no, a hundred for one of yours, how about that? Isn't it great? Want to consider it? You're making a big profit."
"I don't have the habit of collecting."
Faced with the angel's fierce onslaught, Iliad remained unmoved.
