Hyperion looked at Thalia, muttering to herself with a low and hoarse voice.
"Hyperion, I won't lie to you, can you please not look at me with those eyes?"
Thalia pleaded with Hyperion, grasping her hand.
"Then why didn't you think about how sad I would be when you were having fun with Lanci?"
Hyperion leaned in slightly, interrogating her.
"But, I really!"
Thalia had never been looked at with such disdain by Hyperion before; her voice was on the verge of breaking into a sob.
"Let go of me!"
With a wave of her hand, Hyperion shook off Thalia, her expression gaining the icy coldness of the Blasphemy Lord.
"You keep saying that I'm your most precious treasure, but all you can think about is how happy you are with Lanci... I won't ask you anymore, I'll ask Lanci instead."
Having said that, Hyperion turned her gaze to Lanci by the bedside.
Thalia's response not only did nothing to calm the raging anger in her heart but instead seemed to pour oil on the flames.
