"This will have to be decided by Damien."
Molli'er skillfully kicked the question to Ronan, and the green-haired girl Beatrix turned her head to Ronan with great anticipation.
Ronan did not answer, but his silent demeanor said it all.
"Alright."
The expression on Beatrix's face was full of regret, followed by her continually talking to Molli'er.
"Molly, once we arrive, you must remember to contact me. If there isn't a suitable place to stay, I strongly hope you can come and join us..."
Ronan, listening to Beatrix's sincere words on the side, didn't know how to evaluate it.
Bearing a family debt of blood and facing threats to her life, she still eagerly invited a travel companion she had known for less than two months; this girl was indeed incredibly naïve.
