CHAPTER 132.2

Sipping her favorite chamomile tea, Maleficent the Glutton remained calm. Once she placed the teacup back onto the saucer, her gaze remained on the murky tea in her teacup. “How quaint. My parents and your parents are making a new series of side stories."

Maleficent the Glutton crossed her legs in a fluid motion as she cocked her head to her right side while staring alternatively from Levi the Envious, who was looking at her with eyes full of wonder, to Merlin the Necromancer, who was looking at her like always – the look of being awestruck. She did not need to look at her lover at her right side, the shivers from her nape to her spine was a dead giveaway how he was looking at her – like some hungry pedrator who wanted to devour her whole.

She continued to elaborate. Maleficent the Glutton turned her head to her lover, Damon the Prideful. With a single brow raised, she asked as she brought the teacup to her lips once again. “What do you think should we do, Damon, you who are the subje