Although Sandrone said that, Arlecchino could clearly see something different in her expression.
When "Moon Marrow" was mentioned, the light in her eyes held not only a researcher's desire for experimental materials, but also a more complicated emotion.
Arlecchino took a small sip of tea, then said leisurely, "So, what if Columbina came to ask you for it? After all, she is the Moon God. You know her physical condition too. If not for that, she wouldn't have left the Fatui so easily."
Sandrone's expression stiffened.
Her hand around the teacup tightened slightly. After several seconds of silence, she said stiffly, "I can give it back, but only if she comes herself. If she just sends someone to ask for it, or thinks she can brush me off with a letter, no chance! I worked hard to obtain that thing. Why should she get it just because she says she wants it?"
Arlecchino nearly laughed.
"Come herself"—wasn't that just another way of saying, I want to see her? After all these years, Sandrone was still this awkward. She clearly missed her, yet refused to admit it.
Just as she was about to tease her a little, suddenly—
Rumble!
The entire base shook violently, as though an invisible giant hand were shaking the building.
Fine dust fell from the ceiling, the paintings on the walls tilted crookedly, and the teacups on the table clinked against one another.
Caught off guard, Sandrone slid straight off the sofa with a thud and hit the floor. The teacup in her hand flew away, spilling red tea everywhere.
"Ah!" Sandrone scrambled up in embarrassment, her skirt stained with tea and her hair slightly disheveled. Furiously, she shouted toward the door, "What the hell happened?! Someone! Can anyone tell me what's going on?!"
Arlecchino had managed