President Musty shivered as he was being stared at by those intimidating green eyes.
But he hid his fear. Alas, he didn't try to look Ibadon in the eyes at all or try to show dominance, he was not stupid.
"Derylia?" Elizabeth asked as she tilted her head to the side.
"Ibadon's mother?"
The name was familiar, and she soon remembered where she had heard it before.
Ibadon hardly talked about his mother or father unless it was in the context of revenge.
But President Musty was saying that the strategy he wanted to use was the same strategy Derylia had used when she was alive.
As far as Elizabeth was concerned, Derylia had not actually used any strategy to do anything throughout her life. She had mostly gone with the flow and watched the consequences of her actions unfold before her eyes.
Everyone including Ibadon knew this. His mother had not been some highly intelligent genius who came up with a plan to take down her own race.
