Earlier, when Cat Boss had experienced the Nuclear Fusion Wolf's explosion on the Northern Border Snowy Plains, it had never been as frightened as it was now, hiding beneath the sofa.
It kept its head buried, not daring to stick it out.
It was truly afraid that Sigrid and Hughberlian were going to fight to the death tonight—or perhaps fight Lanchi to the death.
If not for the protective barrier restricting magic at Protos Royal Magic Academy, they probably would already have fought so fiercely that no one could stop them.
Their argument had barely given Lanchi any chance to speak.
If Lanchi had tried to interrupt midway, the two of them would most likely have told him to shut up in unison.
Because once their argument had reached this point, its core was no longer merely about their respective factions. It was about Lanchi's allegiance. Both of them firmly believed that Lanchi belonged to them.
But since the two of them couldn't argue their way to an answer, they still had to let Lanchi answer personally.
But wouldn't answering this question get him killed?
Both of them had given Lanchi their genuine feelings.
If Lanchi chose to help Sigrid, he would hurt Hughberlian. If he chose to help Hughberlian, he would hurt Sigrid. And in both cases, the wounds would be the deepest kind—irreparable.
Helping both of them would be no different from fanning the flames. One way or another, there would be a fight tonight.
And if he helped neither of them or refused to choose, cowering from the battle at a time like this, both of them would be disappointed in Lanchi.
This was a question that could cost him his life.
At this point, reasoning was meaningless. No matter what he chose, something would explode. The