I had to work hard to convince Harlan that Silvia—or rather, Bellavilla—was not turned into her current state by me. Then I pulled him over to sit near the window, ordered some pastries and freshly squeezed juice made by Silvia. Harlan remained dumbfounded as he watched Silvia busily working behind the counter, until a plate of snacks was placed before him, bringing him back to his senses. I glanced at him curiously, "Are you familiar with Bellavilla?"
"Not particularly, when the Old Empire was still around, my Sky Zone was quite far from hers, so we didn't interact much. It was only after she got polluted—you know, during our Fallen Apostles joint actions," Harlan said casually as he observed the exquisite desserts in front of him, "Although I don't know her well, I know Bellavilla is a cold person, very cunning, sometimes even a bit harsh. In short, not easy to get along with. Compared to the one before me now... I still can't believe what I'm seeing."
