Cornered Into A Dead End
The World Master finally stopped the distortion that blurred her features. The shape of her eyes was just like Saintess Lunaria's, and the latter would've found that the World Master was like a twin to her if it weren't for the distortion.
"World Master…"
Myria stepped forward, "The happenings in the past few hours have gone beyond our control… our love for each other couldn't be contained. If you do kick us out, we don't have any reason to be angry or retaliatory against you, but I hope you will hear us out."
"Myria, we don't need to be diplomatic about this matter."
Davis interrupted, causing Myria to look at him and shake her head.
However, Davis also shook his head.
As much as Myria had a plan, he wasn't willing to be begging anymore. The last time he had tried to explain himself and relay his apologies, he got trapped, so he wasn't willing to make the same mistake- no, blunder on the same day.