Celene awkwardly laughed twice: "Hehe~ Hehe~ Quite the timing, haha! Hiccup~"
Shaer reluctantly lay back in her recliner: "You might as well take it as something you did! You don't care about face anyway.
I don't want people from other universes to say someday, 'Ah, Celene's behavior, must be inherited.'
By then, I... I won't be able to run away either..."
Her tone was filled with a sense of desolation.
Lansendel's eyes darted around, and his claws couldn't help but scratch the grass.
"If you're not afraid of death, go ahead and speak." Shaer gave a faint warning to the Lord of Dawn, "But you should understand why he's not worried about you knowing.
Hill knows and doesn't care, he's always been tight-lipped.
But you... who would believe you'd keep a secret?
Besides, even if it comes out of your mouth... hehe, saying it is as good as saying nothing, but the punishment you should receive will not be less."
