Acheron savored the sweetness in her mouth, then fell silent. No one spoke to her either.
—She had nearly brought her sword down on Russell's head just now. Back in her homeland, a subordinate using righteousness as an excuse to ban their boss was called rebellion from below.
People who did something like that were obviously more likely to be ostracized.
Acheron did not care about such things. She had considered the price before drawing her sword; that was basic discipline for a swordswoman.
It was just...
She could not help looking toward Russell.
There was no displeasure on the man's face. He merely smiled at her as before.
That smile made her heart feel strangely uncomfortable instead.
There was no question that he treated her very well.
Though he spoke of mutual benefit.
Creating a gift that represented existence had always been so difficult that it inspired despair.
Yet, whether out of affection for his lover, appreciation for her beauty, or interest in Void Power.
He had chosen to travel alongside her on the condition that, once it was done, she would share the powers of existence and void with him.
The terms were too generous.
So generous that she could scarcely understand them. She could only barely maintain the balance by placing her future faction under his side as well.
Now, she had offended him, yet he still did not mind. This feeling...
She could not help bitterly smiling to herself. She had tried so hard to maintain an equal balance, yet it seemed she had still failed.
She owed him a considerable debt of gratitude.
Hopefully, she could repay it soon.
Acheron held her edict blade and closed her eyes to rest.
Her indifferent expression seemed as though nothing in the world could stir her heartstrings, making