The expression on her face was almost indifferent. After saying all that, she simply held the enormous edict blade in silence.
It was obvious that she genuinely did not want to sit with Mei.
"That works too."
Russell sighed, then tore open a rift in the air, creating a passage straight back to the Olympus Fleet.
The sight made Acheron secretly breathe a sigh of relief as she stepped forward to follow.
Looks like she had gotten through another day.
But then again...
Why did getting through a day feel like something worth being grateful for?
She felt something strange. But before she could think it through, two beautiful figures entered her sight.
One of them was a twin sister whose face looked as though it had been molded from the same template as her own.
She possessed the air of a proper young lady. One glance was enough to tell that she had received an excellent upbringing.
Compared to that obvious heiress, the other girl was far less particular.
She lay sprawled across the sofa like a fresh slab of meat in a butcher shop, her silver hair draped over the couch like a wild octopus flailing its tentacles.
Wasn't this far too improper?
For some reason, Acheron suddenly felt the urge to reprimand her.
It was a strange feeling. Most of the time, she did not care much about outsiders.
Yet, when she saw that girl lying there like a fine cut of pork on a chopping block, an instinctive feeling rose in her heart...
This was—
What was going on?
Her head suddenly hurt as though needles had pierced it. Cold sweat began to stream down her face.
The man beside her seemed to notice something was wrong and abruptly turned to look at her.
"What happened?"