The 'Hera Family' faces problems with a simple first response: directly eliminate the person who caused the problem.
The problem is difficult to solve.
But not necessarily the person causing the trouble.
Jason and Losa 11 have a good relationship, and if I make a move, it surely will affect my relationship with Jason.
So, do I need to use a tactful way to handle it?
Hera 10 thought to herself, as she slowly worked her way to Jason's side, subtly edging Losa 11 out without drawing attention.
The disturbed Losa 11 looked visibly disgruntled.
Hera 10 raised her right hand, clenched her fist in front of Losa 11.
Seeing the fist the size of a sandbag, Losa 11's displeasure instantly vanished. He revealed a spring breeze-like smile, stood up consciously, and shrank back into the sofa to continue flipping through his materials.
This isn't cowardice.
It's living by one's heart.
That's how he's always done it.
Now it has become second nature.
Observing the tactful Losa 11, Hera 10 nodded in satisfaction.
Then, without bothering Jason, she started looking into the documents about Section F.
Hera 10 had a general idea about Section F.
Its predecessor was 'Rogo Kingdom'.
A kingdom where the Mystical Side was thriving and the technology facet was only showing some signs of emergence. Yet, even so, in the face of the 'Hundred Major Families' that hadn't reached their pinnacle, Rogo Kingdom not only maintained its sovereignty but also had a considerable advantage.
'That was also a remarkable kingdom!'
Hera 10 had heard her mother say this more than once.
But such a kingdom vanished overnight.
Out of curiosity, Hera 10 had looked into some data in the past.
The rough process was no different from what was introduced in the book "Kingdom Built on the Ruins of Section F," and the 'Hera Family' was also in Section F at the time, just on the other side of the planet. When an accident struck Rogo Kingdom, they sent Scouts to investigate, but to no avail as all Scouts never returned.
The last wave of Scouts only managed to see the kingdom shrouded in thick fog from afar.
It lasted a full year.
A year later, when the fog dispersed,
Only an apocalyptic scene remained.
Not just people, but livestock, animals, plants as well.
The once bustling high-rises all collapsed.
The fertile land became cracked and parched.
Water existed but was filled with deadly poison.
Even the air contained such toxins.
But poison was not the primary cause of the kingdom's demise.
Nothing was mentioned in the data.
Nor had Hera 10 found any.
Her mother even forbade her from delving further into the matter.
Gradually, Hera 10 'forgot' about it.
But now, as she began to review the information, memories of the past resurfaced.
Along with them, bits and pieces of fragmented memories appeared.
They formed no complete or discernible picture.
Like thoroughly ripping apart dozens, perhaps hundreds of pictures, then trying to piece them back together.
Bizarre and shattered.
Yet, throughout, a voice lingered.
As Hera 10's memories returned, so did the voice.
Just like the images, the voice was also enigmatic and incomprehensible.
However, listening to such a voice, Hera 10 began to transform subtly, with fine scales appearing on the back of her hand, and between the cracks, thin black hairs started to grow wildly.
A sense of brutality surged from the depths of Hera's heart.
She wanted to rip out the intestines of those around her,
Then she glanced at Jason, locking her gaze onto Losa 11.
Instantly, Losa 11 felt such a stare.
Looking up, the eleventh in line heir of the 'Losa Family' exclaimed—
"Hera 10, you... have lost control!"