Tesla scratched at her twin tails, then sighed and said to Gwen:
"All right, leave this to me, Gwen. Go take care of something else first."
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, Dr. Tesla."
Gwen nodded and readily chose to leave.
After watching Gwen depart, Tesla, who had taken out an Anti-Entropy terminal as though contacting someone, withdrew her gaze, slipped the terminal into her pocket, and took several deep breaths before finally mustering the courage to push open the door—
Though they both wore twin tails, Dr. Tesla was not blonde after all. When facing Welt Yang, who was only a wedding and a marriage certificate away from being hers, Tesla could temporarily set aside that pride of hers.
"Phew..."
At the end of the corridor, Nancy, who had been secretly watching the scene, let out a huge sigh of relief and patted her chest.
"Looks like Tesla has made some progress over the years. I won't have to shove her in myself."
"If you really shoved her in, I don't think you'd get a moment of peace for the next week."
Gwen, who had viciously "stabbed her own Pope in the back" just last night, was not drawn in by the surging curves beneath Nancy's white shirt. He merely smiled as he looked into the red eyes of this "Princess Nancy."
"Well, Tesla is hardly a problem..."
Nancy clearly had a different opinion about Gwen's words. Her smile carried the slyness unique to an older sister.
Chatting along the way, Gwen and this true soul of Anti-Entropy arrived in a small meeting room—
Though the opportunity for Anti-Entropy's founding appeared to have been the First Herrscher, who could stand against Otto on equal footing—at least according to public claims—the foundation of Anti-Entropy in its early days had