Come on, if you want to beat the dog, first step over the master's corpse!
Even if Yvalin wasn't willing to suffer the dead cat's silent loss, once someone retaliated, would she be able to stand firm and take it?
Back and forth, that would be enough to draw a considerable amount of fire power into the Funeral Ceremony.
"Is that all?"
"Not just that." Igula swirled his teacup, "There are lots of reasons, for instance this is Hanna's 'Suggestion,' and so on... But the main reason is, I want to."
"You want to?"
"Swindle a Family Head whose wealth rivals that of nations, instigate a farcical drama involving a Holy Sanctuary Mage, and afterwards, push all the blame onto you guys..." The Swindler shrugged his shoulders, "With such a fascinating and fun project, even if there were no rewards, I reckon I'd still dive into it with great enthusiasm."
"My sister would certainly be furious hearing this," Anfeier said with a laugh while sipping tea.
