Andres slowly rose to his feet.
"I knew you would come," he said, stepping down the throne, and the sound of his heavy footsteps echoed in the praying hall. "Wistoria."
Wistoria stared at the man who dared to take her name without using the honorifics.
"Andres," Wistoria contemptuously sneered at the man. "Don't you think that it is quite late for you to start praying?"
Andres came to a stop in front of the throne and burst out laughing. He said to Wistoria, "Hahaha. You really know how to joke. Me? Praying? Hah!" He brought his head down and looked at Wistoria before saying to her, "The only one who needs to pray here is you and the one you need to pray to is me."
"You bastard," Xavier took a violent step towards Andres but Wistoria raised an arm and pushed him back.
"What are you trying to do, Andres?" Wistoria asked with a glare. "You better answer me without any lies or else…" she trailed off as she unsheathed her claws.
