There was unmistakable contempt in her voice when she spoke of the Academy. Her gaze drifted to the android, noticing how Anastasia was actively shielding it with her power — otherwise, the construct would have disintegrated within seconds in this environment.
The disdain in her eyes deepened.
But Anastasia waved a finger dismissively.
"What do you know?" she countered with a huff.
"This is completely different from those brittle puppets made by the old geezers in the Academy. It's not one of their other failed prototypes too — it was developed entirely by my disciple!"
She crossed her arms.
"And for your information, my disciple is from a small world that hasn't even undergone its first evolution. Do you really think the Academy dogs would bother going there?"
Rhea fell silent for a moment, considering those words.
Then she gave a quiet nod.
"…Well. That does make sense."
A small pause followed — then she glanced back at Anastasia, her tone softening slightly.
