That woman merely gave a slight nod.
The interest on her face did not seem as intense as Herta's.
But Herta understood—she would definitely act alongside her.
Ruan Mei's wish was to become an Aeon, or even to create one.
The reason she enjoyed making the Simulated Universe with her was to recreate the brutal wars among the gods again and again through simulations, gathering information on them for creation.
And Russell's ability was, in essence, the collection of traces—the embodiment of recreating things in reality.
That dragonkin's ability to copy others' powers was simply too compatible with Ruan Mei!
Even for the sake of her own research, she would investigate this thoroughly alongside her.
"I accept your terms."
Seeing this, the elegant beauty nodded softly. A maternal radiance surfaced on her delicate face, so beautiful that one might almost forget she was an anomaly incapable of understanding love.
"I'll bring pastries regularly for my test subject."
She said this.
"Miss Ruan Mei, you're welcome to come for tea anytime. My office will always be open to you."
The man naturally nodded as well, his demeanor sincere—one could even call it exceptionally warm.
But only a few seconds later, he turned to Acheron. His expression was unhurried as he spoke.
"We should go. We ought to discuss and deal with that matter from before."
"What kind of tea would you like?"
He looked utterly calm and even asked Acheron about her preferences in tea.
But battle reports could lie; the front line could not—he practically dragged Acheron out of there.
Herta saw his eager escape and immediately began taking her leave as well.
"We'll be going too."
The prey was fleeing, so the hunter naturally began to scheme.
She and Ruan Mei vanished swiftly without leaving a trace, just as