Chapitre 1867: Quid Pro Quo

There were a few moments of silence after Morgan's remark. Wake of Ruin studied her intently, then scoffed. 

"You can't be serious…"

The slight smile lingered on Morgan's face for a bit, then disappeared without a trace. The hint of levity was also gone from her eyes, leaving behind only cold intensity. Suddenly, the entire chamber felt drowned in a sense of eerie sharpness, as if every edge and surface here suddenly came to possess a keen edge.

A few of the mundane members of the government elite paled. 

Morgan sighed deeply. 

"Why can't I be serious? If anything, it seems to me that you are the one who is failing to comprehend the reality of your situation, venerable Saint Cor."

She slowly looked at the faces of the high administrators of the government and said, her voice devoid of any amusement: