Evenson could now tell that the Eredar Twins had not been speaking to him at all. Of everyone present, three were Sorcerers, while Gabriel was the only mage—at least, she had once been one. If they were not directing those words at her, then who else could they have meant?
Yet for some reason, Gabriel either failed to catch on or pretended not to. She merely looked around and stubbornly refused to pick up the thread.
Left with no choice, the Eredar Twins could only force themselves to make it clear. "We would like to ask you to become that child's teacher and give her an introduction to Magic. What do you think?"
"Oh?" The Eredar Twins had laid it all out, but Gabriel blinked in feigned surprise. "So you're asking me for a favor?"
Gabriel was secretly delighted. Aren't you all usually so impressive? Didn't you always say the magical system I created was childish and inferior? So why are you begging me now?
What Gabriel said was truly infuriating. Who did she think the Eredar Twins were? They were the Deceiver's adjutants, figures of great authority even within the Burning Legion. Countless lives had been destroyed by their hands. Could people like them really ask others for help so easily?
"Yes, we're asking you."
Yes, it really was that easy. You have no idea how quickly we can back down when necessary. Think about it: when the Burning Legion launched its full-scale assault on Azeroth and sent demon forces after the lords of every profession, only the two of us sisters survived to the end. Why? Because we knew when to yield and how to go with the wind.
Gabriel had never expected that. She was left speechless, and after a long while, she muttered, "I don't mind