The person Mo Wang described was practically an unreasonable madman.
Columbina fell into thought... It seemed there really had been someone like that among the Fatui back then.
Mo Wang went on, his voice lowering a little. "Actually, it's not like I'm simply angry at him. After all, we're not even from the same world. It's just..."
"Because you feel the two of them are essentially the same person?" Columbina picked up his words, her voice gentle. "Just now, did you want to kill him?"
Mo Wang's body stiffened.
Only after a long time did he speak, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "A little, just now." He paused, then sighed. "But forget it. The one who actually disgusted me has already been beaten by me until not even dregs were left. I just won't have contact with him in the future."
Columbina looked at him, tender heartache in her eyes. Suddenly, she smiled, as if deliberately changing the subject. "Then tomorrow, you should still come with me to see Sandrone."
Mo Wang froze for a moment, then turned to look at her. Under the moonlight, her smile was as gentle as a handful of spring water.
Annoyed, he reached out and pinched her nose.
"I know."
At the same time, outside, the atmosphere among the others was rather like sitting on pins and needles.
Varka held his wineglass, unsure whether to drink or not. He secretly glanced at A-Hat, then at Dvalin, and finally looked toward Lumine and the Paimons, feeling that the awkward atmosphere made him want to bolt out the door right now.
But he was, at any rate, the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. He couldn't really run away, could he?
Paimon No. 2 carefully shrank behind Paimon No. 1 and muttered softly,