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,

been lurking on the fifth floor, suddenly appeared, looking astonished.

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,

this time, joining the Airspace Group would certainly lead to high–level positions. They would shift from being slaves to slave owners! But now, his sister was missing this great opportunity to kill the Saintess and gain merit

the Saintess find the lab! We haven’t experienced freedom yet; I want to see if

as he lifted his spiked club and stood shoulder–to–shoulder with his sister

at him and

is as wonderful as you think, but family

Let’s go!” Alyssa shouted,

by the siblings‘ gesture, narrowly escaping death yet again. But she knew it wasn’t the time for sentimentality. Cradling her

there it

protective wall with odd remnants scattered on it. Mackenzie