Chapter 1412: Misunderstanding
"So, you blew up the Elysium." Fredhardt stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, giving Lory and Fargo an accusing look.
"It wasn’t my fault!" Lory waved her hands, defending herself.
"It’s their fault!" Fargo pointed at Clift and Jay, who were standing beside him.
"How else were we supposed to get you out before the Paladins and the entire Dolza military showed up to arrest you?" Clift scoffed.
"You should’ve planned better if you were going to sneak into the Elysium, old man," Jay added with a hint of criticism.
"I’m not old!" Fargo snapped. "And besides, it’s his fault!" He jabbed a finger toward Stephan, who was lounging comfortably in a chair, sipping espresso without care.
Fredhardt rubbed his forehead in frustration. It was already done, and arguing about it wouldn’t change anything.
"Whatever," he muttered. "We have a meeting with Mr. Albretch and the others to discuss..." he let out a long sigh, "...a lot of things."
Then he walked over to the sofa, slumped down, and muttered, "This is way too much for an early morning." He poured himself a cup of tea, flopped back into the cushions, and took a slow, deliberate sip.
Stephan remained completely unbothered by the trouble around him as he casually opened a cake box and beckoned to Lory with a big smile. "Come here, sweetie. I got strawberry cheesecake for you."
Lory’s face lit up instantly. She skipped toward him with bouncing steps.