"...What?"
"I said, who decided that?" Anastasia repeated, then narrowed her eyes.
"You're the one I chose as my rival, and so you must grow stronger to eventually fight against me."
Sometimes, Rael felt like solving a Rubik's cube might be a little easier than understanding a woman.
Who in their right mind would continue this stupid rivalry, especially since Rael wasn't even that guy?
"Listen... Anastasia. I won't question your sanity for my own sake, but tell me something. Do you think you'll feel satisfied after we fight, knowing the person who you actually hold a grudge against is just out there somewhere?"
She didn't reply. Instead, she walked back to the throne and sat down. When she crossed her legs nonchalantly, Rael understood that she wasn't going to see reason.
And since he wasn't a part-time therapist, Rael didn't want to argue with her about this any longer.
