"Welcome to my humble abode, Little Bro," Gala says with a furrowed brow. His eyes narrow suspiciously as he immediately shifts Bellamie slightly behind him, causing Seth to burst into laughter. Seth laughs so hard that tears almost well up in his eyes."You don't need to act like that, Gala," Seth says, trying to ease the tension. Gala, still with his own suspicions, asks, "Do you know me?" He also feels Bellamie's hand grip a bit tight in his."Since you were in the womb," Seth replies, addressing both of his guests directly. "And... welcome to you, Bellamie Rosaline."Instead of lowering his guard, Gala becomes even more vigilant. He stares intensely at Seth, noting the younger appearance, a similar build—somewhat slim, not to mention the slightly pale skin."Ah, allow me to introduce myself," Seth stands a bit away from Gala, his eyes scrutinizing the young man in front of him. The last time he visited Metro Selatan, he took a moment to check on Gala from a distance. Gala was busy

Gala puts on his helmet again. Quickly changes direction towards the White House. He is very worried about his mother's condition. Only one small protector is left, which surely can be easily disabled by Gideon the Great. Considering the immense power of the highest ruler of Metro. But his movement suddenly stops. Gala feels a chill running through his nerves."DICE!" he growls, knowing who is doing this to him."Wait a moment, sir. I'm sure the arrival of Gideon the Great this time has a purpose and it's related to the die.""I don't care," Gala mutters. He tries once again to break everything Dice is doing, but he can't. The invisible bonds that bind him are too strong. "Dice! Come on! I need to see my mother!"Dice doesn't care. She quickly seeks clear information and immediately displays visuals of Gala's mother in a special room. She breathes a sigh of relief. A big one. "You can see for yourself that Mrs. Bellamie is safe."Gala has a bit of trouble seeing what Dice is doing. He

No. Gala didn't close his eyes at all, even though his entire body was submerged in this thick, comfortable blanket. The warm air in this room indeed made Gala very comfortable, but not his heart. Since Seth mentioned missing whatever occupied this die, all Gala can think of is Dice. How is that possible?But... oh my God! He roughly throws off the blanket. There's no change in this room. Nor the die still hanging around his neck. Its glow dims as Gala orders to obscure the die's signal from all the monitoring of other rulers. Especially Gideon the Great. But all that is not enough to make Gala lower his guard. Holding this die is like holding death. A war that drains so much energy and results in many casualties. Even though many soldiers were just injured, the damage was still there.Gala doesn't want to live like this. He just wants to live in peace with his mother. His goal has been achieved. What's next? Nothing. Gala is only trying to protect this die because... there's Dice. Wh

Gala never shifted his gaze from Cathleen, who responded to the stare with her usual disdain. Every move she made didn't escape Gala's sight. For the first time, he found someone worth paying attention to, and it seemed like there was no other interesting object to look at. Her reddish lips looked beautiful. Her face blushed, and the tip of her nose turned pink. Her skin was as white as marble, and her sapphire blue eyes were truly captivating. Her wavy silver hair was neatly arranged on her head, with a pearl hairpin at the edge.The girl's attire was exactly like what Gala saw in the aquarium. Every detail was now very noticeable. The air was quite cold, and Gala was lucky to have a thick jacket. Meanwhile, Cathleen pulled out a bright blue cloak as an extra layer to ward off the cold.The cloak was quite large and made the girl almost disappear inside it."Feeling better?" Gala asks softly. He tidies up the strands of her hair that are slightly bothering her face. The silver hair g

"Wow." Gala doesn't know what appropriate words to say other than that one. He thinks it perfectly represents what he heard from Cathleen, who is now looking at him with a slightly annoyed expression. "Huh? Why?""Why?" Cathleen sighs in frustration. "I've been talking extensively, and all you say is 'wow'?""What else should I respond, Cathleen? This is... extraordinary."Cathleen's blue eyes roll in exasperation. "Talking to you is annoying." She gets up from her seat, straightening her slightly crumpled dress. Mueeza, who has been lazily observing, wriggles a bit due to Cathleen's movement. The girl steps on part of the large cat's body with her foot. "Muezza, I'll excuse myself for now. See you on another occasion. Always guard what you need to guard."The large black cat just yawns widely. Its paw stretches out with its body languidly. Then, it curls up like a big cat meeting its owner."I understand. You should've seen how I handle a gun, Muezaa. Even my master admits my greatne