Ophelia took a deep breath and spoke in a calm tone.
"No, it's to go home."
"But... why?"
"Hmm... You should be able to guess, right?"
Ophelia lowered her head, unwilling and afraid to look into those sincere eyes, fearing to reveal the true secret hidden in her heart and the resentment beneath her endurance.
She actually didn't want to leave.
If it were two years ago, before experiencing the "Maze Event", she would have undoubtedly stood her ground for justice against those mages.
However, now she clearly understood that such perseverance was meaningless, and rashly challenging a group of devils far stronger than herself would only lead to justice dying in vain, lying in the grave meant for the devil.
So she followed Colin's arrangement—
Preserve her strength and wait for the right time.
With her index finger twirling around increasingly tangled hair ends, she finished the "willful" response word by word in a deliberately relaxed tone.
