"These bastards just don't appreciate anything,"
Even though nobody said anything and the Gray Mist's secrecy was pretty tight, Tao Yu could still sense that subtle feeling.
Afterward, he took another glance at the last diary entry.
"January 16th, the taste of a witch is truly not bad at all."
"..."
Tao Yu rubbed his forehead, unsure of how to evaluate Emperor Roselle.
So this is what you're like, Fool?
Tao Yu suddenly felt a bit stifled, wondering if it was a mistake to put his chips on him.
But...
"The taste indeed isn't bad, hmmm, it's about time to digest 'Pleasure.' The few incitements from Eve actually worked quite well, although there's no need to digest them anymore, but getting her to betray the Witch Sect would be rather good..."
Tao Yu remembered Eve telling him that situations like hers were actually rare within the Witch Sect, and not only was her ascension path being blocked, but it was also more prone to losing control.
