Olivia

"Huh?"

Meleonora froze. Her knees gave out, and she almost collapsed to the floor.

"Seven?" she whispered, her voice trembling as though the word itself carried physical weight.

Her mind spun.

"Wait… seven nukes. Let's say each nuclear bomb costs 30 billion dollars. Seven means… almost 210 billion dollars."

Her lips trembled.

"That's nearly half of some countries' GDP."

She felt her breath catch in her throat.

"This… this is insane," she whispered.

"So… petty."

Her eyes shook with disbelief.

The purple-haired man, who'd been crouching on the ground the entire time, finally found his voice. His eyebrows twitched as he ran a shaky hand through his hair, his mind struggling to keep up.

"Wait, wait, wait." He almost stumbled as he tried to stand. "You're telling me… you actually fired nukes?"

He gulped. "Wait… doesn't that mean… I kinda have a hand in this? I… gave you the number seven, right?"