Olivia tsked before springing up from the floor. She clapped her hands like she just finished fiddling with dust before glancing down at Reginald who didn't seem to react based on what she said.
"I've said too much. It's unlike the goddess to explain herself. Ah..." She sighed, scratching the corner of her head. "It must be her."
"You and she are nothing alike!" Reginald threw at his enemy who crossed her arms. She cocked her head to the side, lifting a brow.
"Really? Then how do you explain the compatibility of souls? Do you think everything was something unplanned, mm? King of Darkness?" Throwing her head back, she released a groan before pressing her index between her brows, smoothening out the folds.
Reginald said nothing. He seemed to be lost in thought, staring at Olivia whose face ticked with irritation as silence stretched for awkward minutes.
