"It's just a conflict with certain members of the Triclops race," Catherine glanced upward with an indifferent air, leisurely saying, "As for having conflicts with the entire Triclops race, that is what you have been saying; I never said that. I just never denied it."
"That is indeed the case," Sheila recalled the recent events and forced a smile, shaking her head: "I can't believe I didn't notice. You indeed never said that; you were just asking the question back at us. We were too clever for our own good."
"Well, to say that there were conflicts with the entire Triclops race isn't wrong either," Catherine's gaze shifted to Ava and she tousled the girl's neatly combed smooth hair, speaking with a touch of tenderness, "Ava is a special one."
"Rattle rattle"
