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!”

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

been lurking on the fifth floor, suddenly appeared,

Clan, were opportunistic double–dealers. The siblings had privately agreed that with the Alliance’s advantage, they would support the crowd from behind, cheering

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 and instead fought against the Airspace Group’s fighters. What was

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 and

foolish woman!” He cursed but still smiled as he lifted his spiked club

looked at

don’t know if freedom is as wonderful as you think, but family is definitely more important to me than power

giving me goosebumps! Let’s

escaping death yet again. But she knew it wasn’t the time for sentimentality. Cradling her belly, she quickened her pace toward the

it was–Lab

protective wall with odd remnants scattered on it. Mackenzie