The border of the purgatory plane, Lingbo City, the deep underground palace.
Cameliga sat on the obsidian throne, holding her chin with one hand in boredom, her long burgundy hair hanging down from her shoulders, making her look lazy, elegant and mysterious.
"Your Majesty, Miss Bai has arrived." Malkina's voice sounded from outside the hall.
"Please ask her to come in." Cameliga said lightly.
After a while, Sidlifa came in from outside.
She was wearing a thick brown leather robe, her long white hair draped over her waistcoat, and her slender thighs were tightly wrapped in leather pants, highlighting a kind of wild and fit charm.
Sidlifa pulled a chair and sat down next to Cameliga, then let out a long breath and asked:
"Any wine?"
"Here." Cameliga produced a wine jug from under the table as if by magic.
Sidlifa took a big gulp from the wine flask, burped with satisfaction, and said:
"How was your conversation with Honey?"
"It went very smoothly." Cameliga said thoughtfully, "You know, she can see the future, and I can predict the future, so there won't be any big differences between us in predicting the world situation."
"I heard that Mia doesn't like you very much." Sidlifa said, "She thinks you betrayed the team."
"Betrayal?" Camerica smiled nonchalantly. "If she feels so, then so be it. Children always want the world to remain the same, and even vent their anger on those who choose to accept change."
"Honestly, if it wasn't for Ask, who would stay in that small mercenary group? With your and my current status, who is qualified and capable of hiring us? This boring mercenary game should have ended long ago."
When the man's name was mentioned, Sidlifa's expression darkened.
"Asker..." She said sullenly, "You know, at first I thought to myself almost every night: If he could come back and show up in front of me tomorrow, I would be willing to drop everything and elope with him, no matter where he wanted to take me."
"Gradually I changed my mind, because even though I prayed every night that he would come back tomorrow, he would always ruthlessly crush my hopes. Later I gave up that naive and ridiculous idea and secretly vowed that if he came back, I would leave him there until he knelt in front of me and cried bitterly, hugged my thighs and begged me to forgive him."
"Then you'll probably be disappointed." Cameliga said absentmindedly, "Because there are many people willing to wait for him, and they don't care whether Ask is willing to kneel, cry, and beg for forgiveness."
"You're right, so I slowly came to understand this truth." Sidlifa said gloomily, "Men are untrustworthy creatures after all, just like male polar bears. They just use sweet words to lure females into the trap, and then they leave once they succeed, and they will never pay attention to any of her cries again."
"So if he showed up in front of me now, I would break his limbs and tie him up in my bedroom like a dog so that he would never be able to escape from me again."
"That won't work, Sidlifa." Cameliga laughed. "If a person's limbs are broken for a long time, the injury will gradually worsen. At that time, in order to save his life, you will have no choice but to ruthlessly amputate his limbs. And a man without hands and feet will not be able to bring you pleasure in bed."