“Ailette Rodeline, you should know what cycle this is.”
“The 101st cycle.”
“Of course. Then, since you probably understand the general situation, there’s no need to mention that I’m deeply disheartened by what happened in the 100th cycle.”
“…….”
Indeed. He must be, since he tried to destroy the world and failed.
“Well, it’s my fault for not being able to persuade you.”
“…….”
I shouldn’t be fooled by his seemingly self-reflective words. His eyes, staring straight at me, were gleaming with a dangerous light.
Is that madness?
It’s best to pretend not to notice.
How can I steer away from this dangerous topic? While I was frantically thinking, Reed deliberately changed his posture.
He leisurely rested his chin on his hand and tilted his head slightly to the side, looking deep in thought.
After a while of this, I couldn’t help but ask.
“What are you thinking…
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