Despite the fact that this nominal deputy head of the Mage Group knew many secrets about Baffie—involved in slavery and murder—she did not know until last night that Baffie Marshal was not only collaborating with Heretics but was himself a Heretic, and a high-ranking one at that.
"You're angry because..."
Baffie's gaze intensively fixed on the Elf Blood Seeker's slender, pale neck, he softly asked, "Is it because I've always kept this from you, Silvia?"
However, she merely chuckled dismissively, shaking her head, "You're overthinking, boss. I simply don't have a fondness for the Evil God. Even if you hadn't kept it from me and had told me this little secret right from the start, I still would have been unhappy."
"I must say, I'm somewhat disappointed."
Baffie blinked, polishing off his second glass of deep red wine.
Silvia was momentarily perplexed, it took her a while to respond with a smirk towards her boss, "Really?"
"If I had met you before I'd courted Nadell..."
