What the Hell? Someone Actually Likes Me Even Like This?

The two of them soon fell into a bottomless pit.

While cursing Akasaka, Lisbeth raised her pickaxe and began her work as a miner.

More precisely, she was digging up the ore beneath her feet—dragon dung.

But Lisbeth continued grumbling and cursing, clearly still not over it.

Anyone would be in a bad mood after being held in a boy's arms and jumped into a deep pit with.

And it had been a princess carry—a princess carry! She had wanted to save that for her future husband, yet this man had stolen her first time. Lisbeth was more than a little annoyed.

Although Akasaka kept apologizing beside her while scratching the back of his head, Lisbeth refused to forgive him!

Akasaka knew he had gone too far. He had only wanted to make a joke, but apparently, he had taken it too far.

It seemed like earning her forgiveness would be difficult.

Akasaka began playing the emotional card.

"How about this?"

"Our original split was fifty-fifty. From now on, we'll change it to sixty-forty. You get sixty, I get forty. Can you forgive me now?"

Lisbeth's pickaxe paused mid-swing. She seemed a little tempted, but when she saw Akasaka's masked face, she added another condition.

"Let me see your face, and I'll forgive you."

Akasaka spoke hesitantly. "Are you sure you want to see it? Beneath this mask is a very terrifying face. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat after seeing it."

Lisbeth slung the pickaxe over her shoulder, instantly growing exasperated.

"Are you going to let me see it or not?! If you won't, I'm going back!"

Furious, Lisbeth casually tossed the pickaxe onto the ground and prepared to leave. She was no longer going to help Akasaka gather ore, even though she would get a share