If it weren't for gradually withdrawing from the world as she aged over the past hundred years, she could have easily made the decisions for all affairs large and small within the Association, leaving nothing to the council or Gustav.
"The same as always, just lingering on. It could still be considered as living."
The elderly woman sitting on the lounge chair, with a blanket over her knees, picked up her teacup, took a light sip without hiding her wrinkles and old age, her expression warm and calm.
When looking at the Heavenly Furnace, her expression turned into a half-smile: "But you, it's rare to see you in such a sorry state."
"Is that so?"
The Heavenly Furnace seemed puzzled: "I don't feel that way."
"You've been fishing for so long without a bite, aren't you getting angry?"
The Carrion Eater gave a mischievous smile: "Give it up. He won't take the bait... If he's not one hundred percent sure about something, he won't act on it, no matter how you lure him.
