"It's amazing to have a criminal father, isn't it, Melinda?" Clarise smiled playfully as she glanced at Melinda on her left.
Blue veins appeared on Melinda's forehead at the taunt. She glared at Clarise and replied in a nonchalant tone, "It's better to have a father like that than one who only dares to bully the weak. The moment he's faced with someone stronger, he gets scared like a mouse meeting an ant."
She was clearly referring to the Singularity of Light. At the party, she had witnessed firsthand how the old man had trembled just because of a single threat from one of the subordinates of the Singularity of Chaos.
Clarise's expression stiffened, and a flash of anger crossed her eyes. But she quickly suppressed it and let out a snort. "Humph! We'll see how His Majesty decides this matter. I'm sure he won't act unfairly. Otherwise, his reputation will be tarnished—and that's not worth it."
Her gaze shifted to Ragan, who sat in the center, surrounded by the chief judges.
