Chapter 689: Give the Dead Apostles a Taste of the Winged Dragon of Ra's Might

Bang!

A merciless chop landed squarely on the True Ancestor Princess's head with a crisp smack.

"Ow!" Arcueid yelped in pain, clutching her head as she leaped back two steps. Her golden eyes instantly welled with aggrieved tears. "W-Why did you hit me?!"

"Is me going to Millennium Castle really worth getting right in my face and shouting about it?" Mo Wang shook out his wrist, his tone dripping with undisguised sarcasm. "With that reaction, anyone would think I was planning to tear down your home."

(The Servants' inner thoughts: Weren't we going there to tear down their home?)

"No! I don't want to!" Arcueid immediately shook her head like a rattle. She even dramatically wrapped herself around a nearby decorative stone pillar as if it were a lifeline. "I worked so hard to escape that lifeless place! I absolutely refuse to go back! If I go back, those old fossils will nag me again, and they'll lock me up again! I won't even be able to eat snacks whenever I want! Absolutely! Absolutely not!"

Her voice was clear, carrying the utterly justified stubbornness of someone throwing a tantrum. Combined with her breathtaking face and childish actions, she looked exactly like a willful young lady who had run away from home, been caught, and was refusing to surrender to the death.

Mo Wang's temple twitched as he watched her.

"Heh."

A cold, openly mocking chuckle came from the corner of the room.

Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Altrouge, clad in an ornate black gown, lazily leaning against the window. Her crimson eyes glanced at Arcueid, who was hugging the pillar and throwing a fit, while a cutting curve rose at the corner of her lips.

"That's enough, my dear sister. Put away that pathetic act of yours."

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