"You seemed to know I was coming?"
Bernadette slid down from the vine-woven hammock. Her expression remained calm and gentle, but Sno could faintly make out anger being forcibly suppressed within her. This was not merely a figure of speech; his eyes could see the future.
"Mm, I expected it. But I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. I didn't even have time to prepare refreshments."
Sno unhurriedly brewed Bernadette a cup of tea. Carefully avoiding topics that might provoke a fight, he blew on the wisps of steam rising from the cup before saying, "I thought you would only realize the role I played in all this after the news from Feysac exploded."
"Feysac?" Bernadette raised a brow slightly. She could not understand what this had to do with Feysac, but then she realized that the matter of him possibly being a Paradox who had yet to become a god was merely her own speculation. Whether it was true or not, before he admitted it himself, he would act as though it had nothing to do with him.
So he was either playing dumb here, or there really was something else worth making an appearance for?
"Very good, the future has changed!" The scene before Sno's eyes suddenly fluctuated. The image of an Angel and a demigod fighting deep within the spirit world was rewritten. He took a light sip of tea and calmly asked, "How much influence do you still have in Intis?"
"Wait a moment. I don't think I came here because of what you mentioned, so explain it to me first." Bernadette pretended to remain composed as she sat across from Sno. She picked up her teacup but did not drink, asking directly instead.
"Uh, no? Then what did you come here for?"
The surprise