It was as if he had discovered something interesting.
The youth became thoroughly exhilarated.
Then, probably because the smile on his face was too conspicuous, a ghostly voice sounded from nearby.
"Are you that happy?"
Xu Shuo turned his head to look, and saw Catalina gazing at him with brooding resentment, her expression unreadable, her silver-white eyes looking chilly and hostile.
He smiled faintly.
Then, propping his chin up with one hand, he said, "Why, do you want to kill me as a sacrifice to your Holy Tree?"
"..."
Catalina pursed her lips.
She clearly didn't have the courage to act.
The decline of the Ice and Snow Elf Clan was the world's divine punishment.
She couldn't blame anyone else.
She had previously deluded herself with righteous anger towards the Church of Light, using belief as an excuse to evade the truth, but now that her feeble attempts at concealment had been exposed.
She had no more desire to ponder these things.
So be it, whatever.
