The Other Continent

Rosalind pursed her lips. She just stared at Lurea for a few minutes before she started walking away.

It was not worth it.

Talking to someone like Lurea, who was also a victim of this world's cruelty, was just not worth it.

"What do you want me to do with her?" Lucas, who had been silent since she started talking asked.

"I want every bit of information about Ena's base. Then kill her."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

"Shall we make her suffer?"

Rosalind stopped walking when she heard that. Then she looked at his handsome smiling face. "Would you call me weak if I say no?" She asked.

"No," his answer was immediate. "Then let us do that."

"Thank you," Rosalind smiled. She felt warm. She felt safe.

"Are you not going to ask me about the relics?"

"Are you going to answer me if I ask?"