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!”

tossing the dagger towards Mackenzie’s back. There, Agargar quickly slapped

what are you doing?” Alphonso, who had been lurking on the fifth floor, suddenly appeared,

were opportunistic double–dealers. The siblings 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 their loyalty to the Airspace Group,

high–level positions. They would shift from being slaves to

and I will hold off these experts and let the Saintess find

smiled as he lifted his spiked club and stood shoulder–to–shoulder

looked at him and

if freedom is as wonderful as you think, but family is definitely

being sentimental! You’re giving me goosebumps! Let’s go!” Alyssa

yet again. But she knew it wasn’t the time for

it

strange protective wall with odd remnants scattered