Who's he?

"..."

"..."

Two minutes have passed since; but yet, no one took the words.

'Indeed, the complications that occurred when I purified the roots of the tree were not caused by anyone other than its host, my sister who became my enemy. Ah, what kind of joke is that?' Alvine mumbles in his mind while emptying his cup of tea for the umpteenth time.

The two then sighed at the same time; to believe that they had the same thoughts in mind.

"You're not going to try to pursue him to shoot him down?" Isolat then asks.

Alvine didn't need to ask who she was talking about. "No, immediately, I would just like to enjoy this moment of tranquility that will probably be our last peaceful head-to-head." He said while smiling ironically.

Isolat's eyes also seemed to show some debris of emotion that she wanted to hide but that she could hardly do. "Have you always had that sweet tongue?"