"Delusional, aren't you?"
Ronan couldn't help but frown, "If it wasn't for your biological mother's sacrifice, do you think you'd still have the right to stand here and talk to me?"
Lola's smile suddenly froze on her face.
Ronan's words seemed to touch a raw nerve in her, Lola's face instantly turned ice cold, unleashing a thick murderous intent without any attempt to hide it.
"Kill him!"
"Ignatius and Damian, those wastes, both died by his hand, everyone attack together!"
Lola coldly gave the order, but from under the black cloak beside her came an impatient male voice.
"Lola, you do not have the authority to command us."
"Shut up!"
Lola's face twitched, and she fiercely turned and glared at the Black Robed Wizard who spoke, who met her gaze without fear.
Ronan shook his head with a sense of resignation.
Once again facing his "old enemy," Lola, the madwoman, seemed to have not grown at all except for a bit of strength, still as self-righteous as before.
