Wayne squinted his eyes, marveling at the magnitude of Aztemo's script. From Idinis to Sukra, almost everyone had been assigned a role.
Uncertain about Saine's role, whether as a naive and sweet filial daughter in a rebellious phase that could be replaced, or perhaps an even more radical daughter defying her mother?
Saine didn't speak, just stood there dumbfounded, drooling absentmindedly.
"What do you mean, blaming me for being too harsh?"
Wayne frowned, contemplating corrupting Saine's thoughts, but chose to abandon the idea at the last moment.
If possible, he preferred not to use this tactic.
"Out of respect for Rone, I won't make things difficult for his unrelated sister."
Wayne released the gray hair in his hand, raising his hand to touch his right eye. Aztemo had already been corrupted by him, and corrupting Saine...
Was indeed somewhat inappropriate.
If word got out, his moral standard would truly be questioned.
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