Silver Wolf relentlessly pressed the question.
How could you become an Aeon?
"Whoever asks that question dies."
Great Herta shot Silver Wolf an irritated glare.
It sounded like it wasn't a very nice term.
"How did you become an Aeon?"
Chen Li muttered to himself in confusion as well.
"What? Do you think I have no chance of becoming an Aeon?"
Great Herta's fingertips tapped the table intermittently. Her violet eyes narrowed beneath the brim of her witch's hat, and the curve at her lips held no trace of a smile, only a hint of embarrassment and irritation.
Never mind what kind of Aeon I became. Do you really think I'm unqualified to become one?
"Isn't that a little discriminatory?"
Seeing how completely differently Great Herta treated her and Chen Li, Silver Wolf complained unhappily.
Could you at least take me, your lifelong nemesis, seriously?
"Shoo, shoo. Go play somewhere else, kid. Anyway, even without Miraculous Items, I, Great Herta, can still become an aeon-level combatant!"
Great Herta proudly lifted her chin.
"If you put it that way, then I'm going to check the game logs."
Chen Li placed a hand on the game table.
"Wait—" Hearing Chen Li's words, Great Herta's voice rose half an octave, and a rare flicker of panic flashed through her eyes.
Great Herta briefly avoided Chen Li's gaze. Her thick lashes fluttered twice, and as she forced a casual smile onto her lips, her fingers clasped Chen Li's wrist and moved his hand from the game table onto her thigh.
You should just feel the black stockings. Don't check those game logs.
"Then can you explain how you died?"
"I didn't die. I just didn't want to play anymore..." Great Herta's pride made her instinctively retort, but when she saw the concern in Chen