Yonell patted Ihan's shoulder as if to comfort him after understanding the situation.
Spirits were like capricious, unrequited loves—no matter how well you treated them, there were often times when you couldn't win their hearts.
In such cases, you just had to accept it.
"I'm fine, Yonell."
"Hmm..."
"I'm really fine."
"Yeah, yeah."
Usually, when someone added "really" in front, it was often a lie.
Yonell decided to let it go.
Nylia was flustered when the water spirit clung to her.
It was the spirit Ihan had wanted to contract with, so she couldn't just accept it.
"Hey, go away! Go contract with Wodanaz over there!"
Nylia tried to push the water spirit away, but it stubbornly clung to her.
It seemed to really like her.
Seeing this made Ihan a little sad.
'Only a senile lightning spirit ever came looking for me.'
But even if it was sad, there were times when you had to congratulate your friend.
Ihan spoke calmly.
"Nylia, I think there's a misunderstanding. I have no intention of contracting with the water spirit at all."
"What? Really?"
Nylia's ears perked up in surprise.
"But you were trying to contract with it earlier."
"You must have misheard."
Yonell inwardly marveled.
Ihan had many talents, but one that no one could match was his ability to lie shamelessly with a straight face.