บท 677: CrossRoad · True Self - I

"This is...fucked up." 

Seraphina glowered at the emaciated refugees huddled against crumbling walls, fierce flames of anger burning in her eyes.

Nearby, Ravenna, perched on Ansel's shoulder, murmured, "I told you bringing her here wasn't a good idea." 

The scholar sighed, glancing at Seraphina's incredibly gloomy expression. 

"Her current temperament seems quite unpredictable for you, Ansel."

Ansel, walking through the ruined city in his Hydral persona, gazed at Seraphina's back and gently shook his head. "That's precisely why I needed to bring her here."

Ravenna paused, looking thoughtful. 

"To avoid another encounter with her while you're Faust? Seeing this scene, your stupid pup will likely stay in this area for a while. Makes sense."

Ansel smiled, "I'm simply fulfilling my role as judge and examiner. Seraphina will effectively supervise Suellen and Diana's reconstruction efforts."