"Lord!" Hel was so shocked by Sifuer's action that her face turned pale. She softly called out, wanting to intervene, but was stopped by the other's raised hand.
Raphael glanced at the Longsword placed before him, then looked at Sifuer standing in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, "Thorn Flower Goddess Sword, Miss Sifuer, stop joking with me. I'm just a poor kid from the countryside, I can't put up a comparable bet against this."
"Then let's bet on the shelter's living space. I think once this Red Calamity is over, my people will gradually arrive. If I win, you cannot prevent them from entering the shelter, and if it's full, make room by clearing out others for my people!" Sifuer pressed forward, slapping the Longsword.
