"Call me whatever you want. As long as the enemies are vanquished… that's all that matters."
Ana was not surprised to hear Charles utter those words, but she still felt utterly terrible due to his nonchalant— no, 'justified' actions.
"What could I have expected from someone like you?" She spat.
Her trust for Charles was now hanging by a thread, but unfortunately, she couldn't deny his authority.
"I'll chase after Jeremy the moment I'm done giving my report!"
Charles sighed the moment he heard this. He had expected her answer to go along this line. Still, he had to stop her.
"Will you be reasonable, Ana? In your current condition, you're exhausted. If you encounter a group of Hobs you wouldn't be able to hold your own!"
Ana's eyes tightened— she had already realized this. However, there was no way she could abandon Jeremy to suffer an unpredictable fate.
