"How could that be?" Lena couldn't believe it, "Then you two are incredibly in sync."
"No, it's that the Holy Monarch's observational skills are too strong, and his reactions too quick, making it completely imperceptible to detect any pause in his thoughts."
"Anyway, I think the two of you are quite a match."
"You can eat rubbish, but you shouldn't talk nonsense." Sally handed her a piece of dessert, "Found your prey yet?"
In the final stage of the Holy War, the three candidates, aside from the Holy Mother, were given the choice to either stay on the Holy Capital Continent or return to where they came from.
Lena had decided to return to her Fox Hole, but before leaving, she wanted to taste the flavor of the males on the Holy Capital Continent.
"Found one, the Peacock man who I stepped on tragically while dancing." Lena pointed in a direction.
Sally looked over and saw a handsome male, who was constantly watching Lena.