Ivy led Kokujin and Edmond to the second floor and through a black door. They appeared in a large room with a simple bed and wooden furniture, but the most outstanding was still the sculptures of many different versions of Ivy – baby one, teenage one, and adult one with all kinds of different-coloured hair and clothing.
“Huh? Now someone clearly loves their muse here!” Kokujin chuckled.
“Oh, Billie and I have quite many memories,” Ivy beamed at such a remark of his, disregarding his irony. “Anyway, boys, take seats and let’s begin our discussion”.
The boys sighed with reluctance, but once they saw a severe look flicker in Ivy’s eyes again, they gulped and quickly took their seats as demanded. Ivy began with Edmond:
“Edmond Meerjung, right? I have nothing particular to discuss with yo
