Cipher: Mei Is Obviously Super Strong, So How Come She... Can't Find Her Way Around? (1W1, continued)

In just one short night, had this place really become where the Chrysos Heirs' reputation went to die?

"What a... disgraceful sight." Aglaea sighed softly, her slender fingers resting on the stair railing as her fingertips tightened slightly.

Aglaea truly did not want to admit that the three Chrysos Heirs crouching beside three brand-new trash cans, crying as they ate, included the Savior who bore the world's burden and the heir she had chosen;

the crown prince of Xuanfeng, Okhema's most steadfast ally; and the God of Wisdom among the Twelve Demigods, the very embodiment of reason and wisdom.

Acknowledging this fact would leave all Twelve Demigods utterly dumbfounded—and significantly lower the entire galaxy's opinion of Amphoreus!

Aglaea was ashamed to be associated with the likes of them!

If this scene were spread by someone with ulterior motives, every fine virtue, soul, and status of the Chrysos Heirs would vanish without a trace.

"I'm sorry, Dad, Mom, I can't do anything..." Phainon muttered vacantly under his breath.

The silent Mydei beside him was in even worse shape—the Xuanfeng warrior who always laughed heartily now had trembling shoulders, nearly breaking into tears while desperately holding them back. That only further demonstrated how terrifying this Curio was.

"There is no word for crying in a Xuanfeng person's dictionary... HKS! Why are there no words at all in a Xuanfeng person's dictionary?! I don't want to become king. I only want you to return to my side..."

"Stop standing there and making snide remarks. Why don't you try it yourself?" Anaxa suddenly turned around and sneered at Aglaea, who stood at the top of the stairs.

But the next second, Anaxa's expression changed drastically. With a pained look, he muttered in a low voice, "Stop saying it, stop saying it! I know I