"Are you sure you want to ask?"
She bared her teeth and turned her gaze toward March 7th. March 7th looked as if she had been frightened, abruptly taking a step back.
This guy...
She seemed really angry!
When Sister Yelena and her relationship with him were mentioned.
Was there some kind of connection here?
Her not-so-bright little head quickly reached an answer, but the extremely dangerous aura made her shut her mouth.
Her mind was a complete mess.
"It looks like some super stud hooked up with Herta, Ruan Mei, and Sister Yelena."
"He must be pretty strong—or rather, absurdly strong. Otherwise, it was hard to imagine a genius giving up the option of becoming widowed."
Stelle draped an arm over March 7th's shoulder and wrote on it with her finger.
What the hell?
A super stud?
He had hooked up with Ruan Mei and Herta at the same time, and even Sister Yelena?
Did that mean...
If she wanted to get together with Sister Yelena, she had to be ready to fight some stud?
Could she win?
Her whole brain seemed to be buzzing.
An utterly bizarre atmosphere slowly spread through the air like dense fog, as though the set of some strange movie had suddenly descended into reality.
And at that dreamlike, heart-pounding moment, Gallagher slowly raised a finger and gently wiped away the shocking streak of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Then, swaying unsteadily, he stood up. His figure looked especially resolute in the darkness, like a warrior struggling out of the abyss.
"What a demon wearing human skin..."
He stared at the two beauties before him. Their beauty seemed carved from nature's most exquisite genes, breathtaking beyond words.
Yet their souls were so murky.
Perhaps Sunday had been right. The people of Intellect