"I can work with you, giving information about the supreme empress's plans," the queen said, her voice steady like she was stating a fact.
I narrowed my eyes on her.
"How do I know you're not deceiving me?"
She tilted her head a bit, a faint smile on her lips, her eyes locked on mine without blinking.
"If I tricked you, the empress would have already killed you by now."
I paused.
She had a point.
I couldn't argue with that logic.
It made sense in this messed-up situation.
"So what do you want in exchange?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I want to see the black sword," she said calmly, like it was no big deal.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Really? Just that? You don't have ulterior motives?"
She smiled at me, a real one this time.
"Call it some remaining pride. I want to see the sword that my ancestor fought with."
I shook my head, not buying it fully, but what choice did I have?
"Okay, but no touching. And it would happen in front of Lucy."
She nodded, no argument.
