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!”

towards Mackenzie’s back. There, Agargar

fifth floor, suddenly appeared, looking

crowd from behind, cheering them on. If the Alliance lost hope, they would pledge their loyalty to the

would shift from being slaves to slave owners! But now, his sister was missing this great opportunity to kill the Saintess

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

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

at him and

think,

me goosebumps! Let’s go!” Alyssa shouted,

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

there it

odd remnants scattered on it. Mackenzie