"But, Judar!" you whined, your hands on his clothes, shaking him in protest. "You promised—"

The black-haired Magi smirked as he interrupted you casually, "No means no!"

"What a fucking jerk," you muttered quietly as you turned away from him.

He gently grabbed you by the shoulders, making you face him and asked, "What was that?"

"I said what a cutie pie," you excused lamely, smiling innocently. "But seeing you promised, teach me your space-time magic already!"

"I don't want to," he said and smiled. You huffed and pushed him away.

"Judar, why are you being such a jerk?" by this point, you should be awarded as a master of acting as you feigned your crying. "I tried my best to speak to the Empress and now you..." You halted speaking as you realized that you sounded like a brat.

Let's just say that you hate Empress Gyokuen so much— because why not?

Early this morning, she summoned for an audience with you. It would be a piece of cake to pretend that you had something urgent to do seeing Judar can basically bail you out of the scolding matter.

Besides, everyone in the palace basically knew you were no good in the morning, seeing you were a night owl. But you figured that summoning you to be with her must be the second suffering right after waking you up this early.

Needless to say, when Judar found out, he went to your room immediately and made a bet with you. In detail, the bet goes that if you meet and talk with the Empress, then he will personally teach you his space-time magic.

"Fine! Whatever suits you, bastard," you finished as you used your gravity magic and flew away from him.

"(First Name)—!" Judar scratched his nape, rather sheepishly. "She really can't take a joke, can she?"