50 I will do anything

The silence in the carriage was oppressive, and Sage couldn't help but glance at Cyrus, who was constantly engaging in an eye contest with his nine-tailed fox.

Only the sounds of the wheels rubbing against rocks and horses could be heard, and Sage was boiling with rage.

Why were they always having a staring contest? It was bizarre and creepy.

Cyrus kissed her, and everyone in the castle witnessed the moment. Her face flushed, and she smiled, rubbing her hot cheeks.

"Interesting." She overheard Cyrus chuckle.

She gasped and looked at him, then frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," he smiled, returning his gaze to his nine-tailed fox. "I am surprised you agreed to accompany me without asking what we are going to do in town." Cyrus spoke calmly as he stroked Snowflake's fur.

Sage blinked quickly, unsure how to respond to his words. "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me and take my fire core?" She asked slowly, her gaze averted from him.