Capítulo 352: Miss Puppet’s Sincerity of Apology Is… - II

"...Evora?"

Ansel's brow furrowed slightly, but then relaxed: "I understand, farewell, Father."

His figure vanished from the space, reappearing in the corridor of the Nostrom.

Ansel caught sight of her immediately—the woman as vivid and fierce as fire, standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall not far away, her gaze fixed intently upon him.

Before she could speak, Ansel preempted her, "What's the matter? Did the negotiations with Ravenna not go smoothly?"

"..." Evora's expression turned perilous, "Have you orchestrated this? Are you mocking me?"

"What else could your sudden visit be about?"

Ansel replied leisurely, "A simple deduction—what did she say?"

"... Hmph, a mere rejection."

"No reasons given?"

"None," the Elder Princess scoffed, "It seems she's grown quite bold under your protection."