"So? You still haven't answered Mistblade's question. Are you satisfied now?"
The question was meant for Maple Syrup. Rita kept her face blank and continued dismantling and recombining sigils.
Unbelievable. She came over just to stir things up.
Maple Syrup clearly understood that this goddess was here for entertainment. She replied coolly, "Then are you satisfied?"
The silver hair resting on Rita's shoulder shifted slightly. Deceitful Bloom turned her head toward her instead and redirected the question.
"What do you think? Am I satisfied?"
The counterquestion carried a soft danger, like a sigh brushing against the ear.
The sigil in Rita's hand detonated under Ash Cinders' red threads. She simply dispersed it, raised her right hand high, and turned toward the far end of the table.
"Teacher, someone is interrupting our studies."
Deceitful Bloom: "......"
Foolishness: "......"
Even Maple Syrup's perpetually cold expression cracked for a second before smoothing out.
