"It depends on your choice—and your habits." The Martial Emperor did not turn around. Gazing toward the distant Sea-Sky Boundary, she inexplicably sighed. "I'm not telling you how to do things. I just hate stupidity."
Ronan froze, then smiled. "If that thought occurred to you, then by your Logic, does that mean Your Majesty sees me as one of your kind? Otherwise, why would humans care about the intelligence of ants?"
The Martial Emperor did not answer, merely giving a soft snort. "Women always have a few days when their emotions fluctuate."
There was no way to respond to that. At least, Ronan could not.
But then again, the Martial Emperor's way of thinking and speaking really had been consistent from beginning to end. She had said long ago that she wanted to "Run Away with the Bucket," referring to herself at the time. Now she was giving Ronan the same advice, proving that her logic in dealing with matters had remained unchanged.
As for Ronan, he had gone from being a sacrificial pawn meant to cover her escape to receiving the same advice. After all the turmoil of the past few months, that counted as some result.
As for the Martial Emperor's logic itself, now that he thought about it, Ronan had to admit that it was indeed the most feasible.
But by "feasible," he did not mean it could succeed. He meant that every other path looked absolutely impossible.
He had not felt that way before, but judging from the Martial Emperor's state tonight, she did not seem especially fond of this path either.
After all, who wanted to keep running away?
Well, that was only a guess.
Ronan chuckled to himself again, wanting to discuss the subject more deeply. But at that moment, huge swaths of lights