Chapter 1808

Amelia was also thinking about hiding someone's identity and chuckled softly, "I'll handle the statue thing. He's just a mortal, he can't make the decision."

The bride heard this, looked at Amelia, then at the boy, and her expression was kind of hard to describe.

Until the boy spoke, his expression was calm: "I'll listen to my sister."

Bride: ...

Looks like she still had to get used to how adults acted now, calling sister all the time... Who could've imagined what he was like underground.

He never really got involved in things, and he never cared about anyone.

Anyone was like nothing in his eyes.

Of those four mounts he had, each one was harder to handle than the last. Especially Chaos, the one that followed him out of purgatory—it could swallow up all the evil spirits in the world just by lifting its head.

But here, he actually said he'd "listen to his sister"...

The bride tried hard to control her expression.

But the other four thought this was normal, and immediately stepped forwar