In the room, Thira was slightly surprised.
Although her relationship with Medea wasn't cold, it wasn't close enough for a late-night tea party either. Moreover, showing up in the dead of night clearly meant discussing something that shouldn't be known to others.
What could it be that others must not know?
Then, Medea's next words changed Thira's expression:
"Theodora, you like Aske, right?"
"Like?" Thira quickly let out a cold laugh, then realized her tone was too stiff, and hastily laughed again with disdain and scorn, as if this question didn't even deserve a response, "Him?"
"Oh." Medea elongated her tone, "That's great. Since you don't like him, it doesn't matter to you if he disbands the mercenary group and leaves for good, right?"
Leave for good?
Thira's ears instantly perked up.
She of course knew Aske was leaving, but leave for good? That can't be right; Miel had said I would have a daughter with him! Wait, does that mean before he leaves, he and I…
