Camila, her arms still crossed tightly, hesitated as she looked at Kafka, her usual confidence wavering. Her brows knit together, and she bit her lip before speaking, her voice quieter than usual, tinged with a rare uncertainty.
"Kafka...Are you serious about this?" She asked, her eyes searching his face for any hint of mischief. "This isn't some weird prank you're pulling on us, right? Because if it is, it's not funny—not even a little."
Kafka met her gaze, his expression steady and somber, though inside his mind raced with the truth he couldn't reveal—that this wasn't a joke at all, not when his life hung in the balance thanks to the Gods absurd request.
He shook his head slowly, his voice calm and convincing as he replied saying, "Camila, come on—why would I joke about something like this? There's no need for me to make this up. I'm genuinely telling you the truth here—I wouldn't mess with you all over something so serious."
