"Is that true?" Silvana asked, looking at the strange girl. "Do you know how we can survive?"
In response, Layra nodded several times.
"Tsk." Karos clicked his tongue.
Before Layra could say anything, Karos grabbed her by the wrist and flung her over his shoulder.
Layra's eyes widened as she saw the table approaching her. A little more and she would crash right into it.
In one fluid motion, Layra flipped through the air and landed neatly on a bottle of champagne, maintaining her balance with ease.
"Oops!" Then, she hopped down and floated over to the table. She was too lazy to pull out a chair for herself as Karos had done.
"Yes. I have a few ideas, though, Karos knows about them, too."
"Hmm?" Louis raised an eyebrow. "He just said that the Second-Rank Phantoms haven't reached a consensus yet."
Layra rested her chin on her hand and nodded.
"Yeah, but there are a few options on the table. In the end, we'll have to choose one of them."
Karos narrowed his eyes.
