“Are you tailing Zion because you think you can’t become a saint?”

Miele’s voice was full of malice. In response to her intentionally pointed question, Ivy answered.

“Yeah.”

It was a casual tone.

“It’s a kind of insurance.”

There was a certain confidence in her tone.

“We never know how things will turn out.”

Ivy found her own response that came out spontaneously not embarrassing at all. Moreover, it was a fact.

When Ivy answered too calmly, Miele’s eyes widened. However, it was only for a moment, and Miele sweetly smiled again like a poisonous mushroom.

“Ivy doesn’t seem to change. She used to cling to that dog when she was in the underground.”

“Jealous?”

“Why would Miele envy that?”

“It seems like Miele envies constantly stumbling and falling.”

“It’s not envy; it’s just that it feels bad. Everything is Miele’s, but Ivy messed it up as she pleased.”

Miele lightly complained, using her foot to push down Ivy’s blouse scattered on the floor.

Ivy tried to pull out the clothes, but Miele pressed her foot down with force, causing the thin blouse to stretch tight like a game of tug-of-war.

In that brief struggle, Ivy looked up at Miele and spoke in a sly voice.

“Do you want to roll down the stairs again?”

“If you can’t walk alone, try it.”

However, Miele’s returned voice was not to be taken lightly.

Ivy and Miele, these two have been arch-enemies since they first met in the underground of the Tower.

Ivy despised Rohica Sedro, who had deceived her and confined her to the underground, and hated everything about the Tower that oppressed her according to that woman’s orders.

So, Miele Sedro, who arrogantly regarded the underground as her personal playground, was no less irritating to Ivy.

Miele, unlike other voiceless slaves, found Ivy, who received special treatment and was even treated with respect, annoying at every turn.

Ivy took advantage of being favored by the Tower owner to act rudely toward Miele, and even though Miele tried to treat her kindly for once, Ivy persisted in attacking her.

So, when Ivy was fifteen and Miele was twelve, they became sworn enemies within a week of meeting, growling at each other whenever their eyes met, actively trying to harm each other whenever an opportunity arose.

As a result, Ivy was subjected to more than one broken arm and leg by Miele, her forehead was torn twice, and she was imprisoned in solitary confinement, suffering various hardships such as being hit by waterfalls or tormented by the noise of sticks hitting the iron door.

Miele also had quite an experience thanks to Ivy.

During that time, Ivy was mainly someone who used structures, and as a result, Miele occasionally rolled down stairs, fell off the railing, had her hair set on fire, or was covered in piles of flour. She was even trapped in a remote warehouse and starved for two days until she was rescued.
The war between the two devils was fierce, and the observers of the Tower did not take sides. There were no perfect winners or losers, no pure victims or perpetrators, because both were equally malicious.

So, the onlookers could only hope. They wished that one of them would successfully kill the other without enraging the Tower owner.

The perfect entanglement of these two individuals had not only lasted for three years in the underground of the Tower but continued seamlessly after Ivy came out into the social circle of Teyanda.

The only fortunate thing was that the Tower owner was currently gambling with Ivy, and thanks to Miele’s personal warning not to interfere recklessly, Miele couldn’t touch Ivy outside.

Instead, whenever an opportunity arose, Miele inevitably appeared and bit into Ivy. Just like now.

“Do you like me?”

“Ivy, are you crazy?”

“No, I’m not crazy. Why do you keep chasing me when you don’t even like me that way?”

Since she wouldn’t retreat quietly, Ivy had to poke at her pride and try to drive her away.

Ivy grabbed the blouse stepped on by Miele, but then let go with the thought that she should make her leave. Then, sitting on the bed, she mocked Miele, who was soaked in poison.

“If this Tower is all yours, then why bother me? Is everything you have not worth showing off?”

“Normally, you put your own things away neatly and go catch the ones trying to run away. Ivy probably doesn’t know this kind of thing well because she doesn’t have much.”

“Really? Then should I go catch Zion too?”

Although Ivy had never called the name of Count Laurell until now, she deliberately spoke in a friendly manner.

“You never even turn around when I call.”

Although she casually replied earlier, Ivy was quite annoyed by Miele’s tail-wagging attitude. So, she retorted in the same manner.

“You’re the one who’s wagging your tail so hard. I may be in this situation, but why are you doing that? Do you like me? Are you so ignored even though you like someone?”

In response to Ivy’s mockery, the laughter disappeared from Miele’s face.

When the cute smile, which used to affectionately push up her chubby cheeks, vanished, Miele’s pretty face became cold and silent like a porcelain doll.