The Tyrant and the Tramp

Haiden made eye contact with Veronica, giving the black-haired pixie a complex expression, before turning away.

Neither would say sorry to the other.

Veronica intentionally set her up to ruin her life.

The auburn-haired dissident tried to beat her up without knowing her strength.

It was awkward.

Regardless, the recently confirmed cabinet member pushed their past to the back of her mind.

She only wanted to know whether [she] should initiate the leadership or Haiden should.

At a glance, she knew that the two had the same role.

So it was an interesting dynamic.

After a minute of silence, the pixie walked over to the hand guide to setting up the tents and opened it.

"Are you all planning to sleep like that?" Veronica asked dryly, "I'm not."

Everyone dry-swallowed, looking around to gauge everyone else's expressions.

"If you need an order, remember that Evalyn told us that we have safe tents to sleep in." She argued bitterly, "That assumes we can sleep in them.