Chapitre 128: Being Two-Faced is a Trademark of the Royall-Holz Family

Evan raised an eyebrow, resting his back on the backrest of his office chair.

"You're finally going to Manika?" he repeated. "Haven't you told me this before?"

"What I told you before was that I had plans of going there," Freiheit corrected. "Now I'm actually planning to go there today."

"Well, what took you so long?" Evan joked, but his brother didn't seem to get the memo that he was.

"It took me a while to remember—I had to retrace my steps just so I could remember how to get there," he explained unnecessarily. "They're not exactly accessible for everyone to visit, Evan."

"Ah, it's a magical island after all." Evan said sarcastically.

This time, it didn't go unnoticed by Freiheit.

"You literally fuck a sex doll that becomes alive," he pointed out harshly. "Why does it sound unbelievable to you that the travel to go there could actually be magical as well?"