539 "Go All Out"

"You have to be ready." Ainsley closed her eyes and let the wind blow her hair. 

Somehow, she didn't feel nervous about the upcoming war but felt rather melancholic instead. 

'I'll be killing many people once more. But maybe this time, the Godfather will do it, not me.' 

Ainsley didn't know what to feel, knowing the Godfather took the blame for all the kills even though he did it for her. 

Even the earlier kills...how he was so cruel…

He did it all for her too. 

But Ainsley couldn't be happy about it. 

This war...she's neither angry nor disappointed. She's neither anxious nor terrified. 

She's strangely...calm. 

Ainsley looked at Ava and patted her head before lifting her head. 

The Godfather was right there, floating in the air. He had this serious face as he mumbled to himself. 

"Blood wings...hmmm scythe...or icicles rain? Hmmm…"