"Or were you planning to keep stringing them along for a while before I arrived?"
With a hint of mockery, Fei Mi's delicate little face was openly filled with scorn.
At the side, seeing Fei Mi so merciless—even downright "rude"—for the first time, Wen Ke'er opened her mouth to say something, but wisely closed it again.
"Stringing them along? Winnie never meant that. She's lost much of her memory too, with less than five percent of her original memories remaining. The fact that she can even maintain her current state is thanks to Lord Shen Yi's previous help... She really wasn't trying to deceive anyone!"
Shimada Yukimi glanced at Fei Mi. The atmosphere around them could no longer be described as freezing; it was so cold that even a block of wood would have shuddered.
If Shen Yi had not been here, Shimada Yukimi might even have suspected that Fei Mi was about to attack.
"There's no need to explain any of this to her. My sincerity has already been made very clear. Perhaps I was being too sentimental, trying to explain so much to vermin like this."
Winnie frowned, her tone giving no ground whatsoever.
"Don't make such a scene. Can't you just talk things out properly?"
Mei Fu, whose figure was illusory, tried to persuade them softly. Yet judging by the varied expressions on the women around her, none of them seemed inclined to listen.
"You tell me first. What is your Authority?"
Repeating the question she had already asked, Fei Mi had clearly grown much more impatient. Her eyes stared fixedly at Winnie, as though she would not let the matter rest without an answer today.
"I don't know."
Without the slightest hesitation, Winnie answered with exceptional bluntness. There was no unnecessary emotional fluctuation in her voice.