I was Puer's descendant?
The black cat who curled up around his arm when he scratched her belly every morning immediately surfaced in Kallen's mind.
When a comedian performed in front of you, your laughter was actually quite restrained, because sitting in the audience, you were already prepared.
What you really had to watch out for was an extremely serious occasion and a tense atmosphere, coupled with the other person's earnest, sincere tone...
Suddenly, something poked you;
In an instant, the dam burst.
So, after a brief moment of astonishment came an irrepressible urge to laugh out loud.
At that moment, Kallen could only cover his face with his hand, his body trembling slightly despite himself.
His control over his expression had already failed him.
The only thing Kallen could do was probably to keep his laughter from becoming too exaggerated, but in this atmosphere, his eyes began to redden, and tears were already rolling down.
He couldn't control it. He truly couldn't.
But in Ophelia's eyes, this scene was excitement mingled with self-mockery, release mingled with anger.
It fit perfectly with the injustice and suffering Kallen had endured as Miss Paul's descendant.
He should have been a descendant of their ancestor, a noble of the direct line on Dark Moon Island, with a better life and more plentiful resources, rather than having to struggle his way through the Order God Church on his own as he did now.
This was how misunderstandings arose.
Ophelia was a very emotional person. That much was clear from her reaction when she faced Puer's gravestone and saw the lines written on it.
But at the same time, she was also an extremely rational person. Otherwise, she could never have served as the spokesperson for Dark Moon Island's delegation.
Yet that was precisely the