Albedo heard Duke's question and let out a string of clear, teasing laughter, like wind chimes made of ice crystals.
Her violet-black eyes shifted as though she found Duke quite interesting.
"Price?" She tilted her head slightly, one white horn nearly touching Duke's forehead and bringing a trace of icy coldness.
"My price is that before delivering each letter, you must make me----happy once."
As Albedo spoke, she stared directly at Duke with those violet-black eyes that seemed capable of stealing souls. Her gaze was filled with undisguised, blunt, and explicit suggestion.
Her slender fingers even lightly traced the edge of the armor beneath her collarbone, where a dark gleam flickered.
What Duke received was not merely words, but even more specific and more forceful mental messages. The implications within them made his blood surge at once, and his cheeks grew slightly hot.
Almost instinctively, he swiftly glanced over Albedo's tall, perfect figure, so breathtakingly outlined by her fitted armor, as well as that face close at hand—a suffocating beauty that blended holiness and corruption.
The so-called making her happy once was exceptionally blunt and explicit in the mental message Albedo had conveyed.
However, Duke quickly regained his senses. Before an existence like this, making her happy once would probably cost him his life.
Seeing Duke's eyes instantly regain clarity, with even a wary trace of lingering fear flashing across his face, Albedo suddenly leaned back and let out even more delighted laughter, carrying the air of a successful prank. The laughter echoed through the vast hall, brimming with a bewitching charm.
Albedo looked at Duke and said, "The price I require is merely one Gold Coin. Its gold content and weight do not matter; it only needs to be a Gold Coin in name."
"Just one Gold Coin?" Duke