When Silva saw Ophelia, his eyes closed to slits. "Everyone, please leave," he said.
"Bro, is something the issue?" Quin asked.
"It's not something you can help in, brother. Everyone out," Silva said. His voice was heavy and serious, so no one said anything and simply moved away, giving them enough space.
Ophelia looked around with a soft smile, then she looked at Silva. "It's nice to meet a demigod in the flesh," she said.
"Don't patronize me, Ophelia," Silva said. "How are you here?" he asked.
"Order allowed me. I'll be honest. I understand that you don't really have it good for me, but I did what I had to," Ophelia said.
"Tell yourself what you want. I have no grudge against you anymore, Ophelia. What's wrong and what's right is simply subjective, and you did what you did for your own survival.
That being said, now that all that is past, can this world finally be free from everything? I wish to rebuild it and finally make it into the place my family can be," Silva said.
