An Inkling

"Was my question offensive to you?"

Seeing that Davis stayed silent, Myria asked him in an indifferent tone.

"A bit." Davis nodded, "But I'm also considering it, and even if she did, I'm not going to harm her but seal her cultivation and make things right with you."

"…"

Myria stared at him for a moment, looking away, "It's not about me. I already told you that you experience hardship if you let her grow. On the other hand, I'm prepared to reap the consequences as I had watched you allow her to grow."

"…?" Davis possessed an inquisitive expression on his face.

"Did you really think I would've entertained you, allowing your little sister to cultivate if I wasn't okay with it?"

"Perhaps," Davis shrugged, "It's hard to tell, as I thought you trusted me and left things to me."