"The investigation sure was fast." Xi Mu gestured for the White Dragon King to take a seat. The two clinked their wine glasses and started chatting casually.
Both sides tacitly avoided discussing Evelyn.
However, Evelyn's expression appeared somewhat uneasy. She held her fruit juice with both hands, lowered her head, and remained silent. With her intelligence, she naturally understood why her father was here.
Yijelika, on the other hand, appeared exceptionally composed. Her long legs crossed beneath her formal dress as she gently swirled the red wine in her glass, her gaze falling on the puppet girl curiously peeking out from behind the railing. A faint smile appeared on her face.
Ever since Ahtal had arrived at the Church of Death's headquarters, the probing from the Church of Death had never ceased. Yet, it had never interfered with the interaction between Ahtal and Evelyn, demonstrating a remarkable level of patience.
Some time later.
