Bronya had exhausted all the emotional intelligence she had accumulated over more than a decade of life, and the conclusion she reached was... smile. At this point, all she could do was smile.
Like hell!
"Do you want to listen too?"
Acheron looked at the frozen Bronya and asked considerately.
"No tuition fee."
"N-No, no, no... I'll pass. I actually prefer being on the bottom. This whole getting strong thing doesn't suit me."
Bronya hurriedly found an excuse to decline and left in a rush.
"Honestly."
Acheron opened her umbrella, and a melancholy expression appeared in her emotionless eyes.
"You can't keep thinking only about enjoying yourself."
Pellervy truly hated her own weakness now.
She had not felt this way for a long time, not since she killed her adoptive mother.
If she had the power, she could punch that bastard Acheron right now!
"Then, Pellervy, I'm going to teach you the most crucial knowledge next."
Acheron gripped the hilt of her sword.
Seeing that, Pellervy's expression could not help but turn solemn.
...Come to think of it, although Acheron had become a jokester too, at her core, she was still...
"What does getting strong mean? It means enjoying yourself while making sure Liu Bai stays alive!"
"...Huh?"
"Since it's about getting strong, why should you adapt to Liu Bai? You should turn it around and make Liu Bai adapt to you. Make Liu Bai's ○○ only get excited inside your ○○, instead of being unable to get excited without him."
What kind of nonsense was this woman spouting?
"You're just trying to mess with me, aren't you?"
Pellervy's anger had reached its limit.
Pellervy considered the gap in their strength.
Pellervy's anger dropped by half.
"Can you do that now?"
"..."
Acheron's gaze drifted away.
"...Those who make others