Faced with such a classic rogue's question, the overly innocent Maid of Orléans pondered for a long while. In the end, she looked gloomily at the smiling demon before her and helplessly admitted defeat.
"Looks like you have no objections to me staying here. Nice to meet you, Saintess Your Highness. From now on, we're cellmates, so let's get along."
Samael smiled and teasingly held out his hand.
"When did I ever say I agreed to let you stay?"
Joan of Arc froze. Naturally, she had no intention of accepting the demon's goodwill.
"Look, according to our agreement, if you answered the question, I would leave. Then from the perspective of fairness, if you can't answer it, I get to stay."
Samael's expression turned solemn as he put on an air of righteous conviction and argued his case.
It seemed to make sense.
Wait, something seemed wrong...
Joan's gaze went unfocused, and she nodded unconsciously. But her eyes quickly cleared, and she shook her head as she realized where the trap lay. Her face darkened.
"You only said what would happen if I answered correctly. You never said what would happen if I couldn't! This is fraud! Why should I agree?"
"You can't put it that way. The principle of a transaction is fairness: what one gives and what one gains should be equal."
"Since I bore a certain amount of risk and consequences in this game, shouldn't you, in theory, stake chips of equal value as well?"
Samael asked with a smile. Then he looked at Joan in feigned surprise, a hint of suspicion showing in his slit pupils as he shook his head with a sigh.
"Could it be that a saint who believes in God actually thinks only of gaining without giving? How lazy."
Faced with this