Hearing that, Saint finally looked away from the vista of the drowning city outside the window. She stared at Morgan coldly for a few moments, then turned to glance at Sunny.
A faint crease appeared on her brow.
Even if she did not say anything, Sunny could imagine what she was thinking…
'Enough is enough. Be happily crazy together all you want, but if you start discussing plans of assassinating someone, I am calling the police!'
'...Wait. He is the police.'
Sunny cleared his throat and focused on the road.
'She is not wrong.'
He remained silent for a while, then asked in a neutral tone:
"Is that how you ended up locked in an asylum? You tried to kill the other Mordret?"
Morgan pursed her lips, then let out a sigh.
"Yes. Sadly, I failed."
Her expression grew a little wistful.
