"Behold, His Majesty, Lycan Emperor Galafe!"
Aishia stiffened as she saw the other door swing open revealing Galafe. She gripped the champagne glass flute she was holding as she secretly gritted her teeth in annoyance upon seeing Galafe up close.
The hatred she felt towards him was emitting she felt like she wanted to attack him at any moment. But it was a good thing she calmed herself by inhaling and exhaling. She even had to remind herself that she must compose herself or her plans for Galafe would be ruined if she acted carelessly.
She watched there in agony seeing how people around here clapped their hands for Galafe's arrival. Aishia could feel it... Like what she felt against Galafe back in his welcoming ceremony from his expedition, this abomination kept fueling her to spark ange
