Watching the two leave, Isolde shook the dust from her mage robe and headed toward the command center with a bitter expression.
Outside the Floating Base, Velin looked at Krell, opened his arms, and stepped forward to give him a hug.
"Krell, it's been ten years. I've missed you terribly."
"Velin, long time no see."
With a sincere smile on his face, Krell turned to pull Italia over and introduced her warmly. "Velin, this is my wife, Italia. You should have met her before."
"Velin, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Ital—"
Just as Velin was about to speak, his wife beat him to it.
"Sister Italia, it's been a long time."
Xuemiyya came to Velin's side with a gentle smile, tucked a strand of silver hair behind her ear, and offered a soft greeting.
Italia's expression remained natural as she said, "Xuemiyya, it's been thirty years since we last met, hasn't it?"
"Sister Italia, it's been thirty-two years." Xuemiyya replied with a smile. "Now that we've met again, you're married too. It's just a pity your husband doesn't seem very capable."
"Is that so?" Italia replied with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Krell may look weak, but he's very easy to deal with."
Hearing his wife's words, Krell looked extremely awkward. But Italia was stating the truth, so he had no way to refute her.
Velin glanced at his good brother, then at Italia, before finally turning back to look at his own wife. Intense curiosity rose in his heart.
Xuemiyya stared at Velin. Having shared a bed with him for so many years, how could she not know what her husband was thinking?
Two women made a whole show. Before long, Italia and Xuemiyya were as close as sisters, leaving Velin utterly baffled.
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