Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1862

“Why do you want to leave?” Alyssa continued to ask curiously. “Aren’t you high and mighty here, commanding and summoning as you see fit? Even the Queen of the Dark Night Islands respects you. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so foolish as to oppose the Airspace Group!”

Mackenzie scoffed, “Power and status aren’t things that bring true joy and happiness.”

“So, what brings you happiness and joy?” Alyssa’s curiosity grew, her gaze eager for an answer.

“Love, family, friendship…” Mackenzie replied in one breath. “And peace and freedom!”

Alyssa looked at her with eyes reminiscent of how Emmanuel had once fought to save Ironskull and Ostrich, even at the cost of being injured by her and Alphonso. Then, suddenly, she sneered. “No wonder you and Emmanuel are married; you’re both fools!”

Mackenzie laughed too. “Being overly shrewd doesn’t necessarily lead to happiness! Don’t you think?”

As she spoke, she glanced at Alyssa and noticed the dagger in her hand.

“You’re right!”

suddenly swung her hand, tossing the dagger towards Mackenzie’s back. There, Agargar quickly slapped the dagger

you doing?” Alphonso, who had been lurking on the fifth floor, suddenly appeared, looking astonished. This wasn’t the plan he

had privately agreed that with the Alliance’s advantage, they would support the crowd from behind, cheering them on. If the Alliance lost hope, they would pledge

had previously risen to prominence after joining the Airspace Group. With so many casualties this time, joining the Airspace Group would certainly lead to high–level positions. They would shift from being

my mind, Alphonso!” Alyssa said, glaring at Agargar. “You and I will hold off these experts and let the Saintess find the lab! We haven’t experienced freedom yet; I want to see if freedom brings more happiness than power

woman!” He cursed but still smiled as he lifted his spiked club and stood shoulder–to–shoulder with his sister

looked at him

you think, but family is definitely

being sentimental! You’re giving me goosebumps! Let’s

again. But she knew it wasn’t the time for sentimentality. Cradling her belly,

there it

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