Compared to Herta, Ruan Mei was visibly in much better condition. At this moment, she turned to Acheron and asked.
After considering for a while, Acheron secretly contacted Russell on her phone, telling him to be careful from here on, before answering Ruan Mei's question.
"I came with Russell."
"His bloodline as a dragon descendant has yet to be fully unleashed. Since he is about to face his sworn enemy and needs to give it everything he has, he came here to seek the aid of friends."
As she spoke, an indescribable awkwardness flickered across her face.
Like Megumin, Acheron was not good at lying.
Frankly, if either of the two people before her paid even the slightest attention to her expression, they would probably see through her disguise at once and conclude, This person is lying.
"So... Russell is here too?"
"What a coincidence."
"Just in time. Ata's research is complete, so I can show it to him."
The woman named Ruan Mei merely spoke with a smile.
She smiled like the warm sun of early spring spilling through clouds into the alleys of a riverside town—warm and serene—and like a lilting local melody drifting over black boats.
She seemed not to realize that she might have been deceived. Or perhaps, in some inadvertent instant, someone had crashed into her and sent her through time and space.
Her entire focus was fixed on the man named Russell.
Faced with such an intoxicating smile, even another woman could be charmed by it and feel longing stir in her heart.
Then, she would sourly envy the lucky person beloved by such a beauty.
After all—
Who did not like a beauty who spoke in the soft tones of Jiangnan?
Only—
For some reason, Acheron suddenly felt an intense chill race up