Kapitel 183: The Same Type of Person

Two figures burst out of a palace wall, scattering debris everywhere.

"HAHAHAHA."

"Waaaaaaaah!~"

It was Apollo and Layla.

Apollo was smashing through buildings in an attempt to get Layla off of him, but not with much success. At best, she was just having more fun because of it.

Layla had both hands raised high in the air, and was cheering with excitement. Her legs casually wrapped around Apollo's waist, but to Apollo, it was tighter than the grip of a dying person.

Although Apollo would shift his body so that Layla would take the brunt of the impact upon crashing through the walls, he was still bruised. Ironically enough, Layla was unscathed, save for some dust on her clothes.

The center of the empire was quite large, enough to make a village on its own. However, despite its size, the population was quite sparse.