If possible, Ellie Miller really wants to ask: Are your riddles, Sphinx, inherited?
Inherited riddles are not scary, what's scary is, haven't you learned your lesson after failing once?
Why not learn some lessons?
The Sphinx lay on a small mound, bubbles continuously popping above its head.
[How could that be?]
[This is the ultimate riddle passed down from my great-great-great-grandmother, even the gods here couldn't guess it!]
[Ah! Is this woman even wiser than the gods?]
The Sphinx reevaluates Ellie Miller.
Ellie Miller: "..."
"Since you solved the riddle I posed, well, I reluctantly agree to follow you," the Sphinx said pretentiously.
Ellie Miller really just came to ask a question, she didn't plan to take the Sphinx back.
"Actually, there's no need, I just came to ask one question..."
The Sphinx slapped the mound with a paw, "Little girl, what do you take us Sphinxes for? We are creatures of our word!"
