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!”

dagger towards Mackenzie’s

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

Clan, like the Blood Clan, 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

to high–level positions. They would shift from

these experts and let the Saintess find the lab! We haven’t experienced freedom yet; I want to see if freedom brings more

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

at him and

you think, but family is definitely more important to me than

Let’s go!” Alyssa shouted, charging with

yet again. But she knew it

there it was–Lab

wall with odd remnants scattered