Was this the successor of another empire?
Her behavioral patterns did not seem easy to analyze.
As she pondered, that man naturally darted out and spoke to her group.
"Ladies, would you be interested in listening to some music?"
"Music? Starting a band with friends?"
The moment those words came out—
The person who, in the Doctor's impression, had been so arrogant that he might as well have "I am a god, and you are monkeys, baboons, apes" written across his face suddenly lowered himself.
Then, he amicably waved at Eden and Sakura from the band.
Something was off.
Nine, no, ten parts out of ten off!!
One Glance at a Thimble, a Rabble of Misfits
Could Herta be secretly plotting something again, something that would put Russell in a bad situation?
The Doctor's heart jolted with alarm, and her gaze instantly sharpened.
Although she did not feel much attachment to Russell, her civilization still needed help from the civilization he represented. Therefore, she could not simply watch Russell fall into trouble.
"What are you doing here?"
Without hesitation, she stepped toward Herta. Her tone was not severe, but it unquestionably carried a hint of interrogation.
Yet Herta seemed to completely ignore the question.
The petite woman's gaze drifted between Sakura and Eden. Her expression remained smug and cocky, like Ling before she learned that Sakura had been abducted by Russell to form a band.
There was also a faint trace of pleasure mixed into her expression.
For anyone familiar with Herta, this was undoubtedly surprising.
—Most of the time, Herta's expressions consisted only of impatience and contempt, as though nothing in the world could enter her eyes.
If she were not truly an Emissary of Intellect, her daily life would probably have been a Script about a bratty little