"You know, you..."
Ophidia's tense body softened in the whisper, helplessly sighed, leaned back, and fell into the arms of the person behind her.
She closed her eyes, exhaled deeply, and asked, "So, this time you don't need help again, wanting to go it alone?"
Again like before, letting me do nothing?
Ophidia opened her eyes, turned back, and looked resentfully at the guy who didn't understand a woman's heart.
No, how could this guy not understand!
He clearly knows what I want to do, but he just won't cooperate.
That's even worse!
"Yes, and no."
Herbert lightly shook his head, smiled under her dissatisfied gaze.
He didn't explain directly, but shifted the topic by saying, "You know? The performance I asked you all to assist with isn't just for the cultivators of the monastery."
"Hmm?"
Herbert squinted his eyes, looked upward, as if his gaze could penetrate the chaos of the half-plane, looking further up.
"The audience isn't just those people."
