Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 727 Humbled

Villain Ch 727. Humbled

Mila still stood in the corner of the tavern, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the tension that had lingered between her and Allen, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. There was a guardedness in his expression, a cautiousness that hinted at his lingering apprehension. Yet, there was sothing different about him.

Mila knew Allen was no longer harboring the sa level of anger towards her. There was a sense of acceptance in his deanor. It was evident in the way he carried himself, the way he didn't avoid her gaze or shy away from her presence. For Mila, this was a small victory, a sign that perhaps they could move past their misunderstandings and rebuild their relationship.

But what truly filled Mila with a sense of simple happiness was Allen's gentle gesture towards her earlier. The way his hand had reached out to brush her hair, the warmth in his touch as he reassured her that he didn't want to see her cry. It was a fleeting mont, a simple gesture born out of rationality rather than affection, but to Mila, it ant the world.

In that mont, she felt seen and understood by Allen, as if he had glimpsed into her heart and recognized her intentions. It was a small but significant step towards reconciliation, a glimr of hope that their relationship could be salvaged. And for Mila, that was enough to fill her heart with joy and gratitude.

"Hello," Sophia greeted Mila, her voice carrying a hint of forced friendliness as she approached.

Mila's gaze flickered up from her thoughts, her smile fading as she registered Sophia's presence. It was unexpected, to say the least. She hadn't anticipated an encounter with Sophia, especially after her mont of quiet happiness.

"Uh, hi," Mila responded, her tone cautious. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at Sophia's sudden appearance. After all, she had heard plenty about Sophia from her brother, Noah, and none of it was particularly positive.

Sophia's plain appearance caught Mila off guard. She had always associated Sophia with glamor and sophistication, her avatar practically glowing with status and wealth. But now, standing before her, Sophia seed oddly subdued, her usual radiance dimd.

Mila's brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to piece together the reason behind Sophia's approach.

"Is there sothing you need?" Mila asked tentatively, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Sophia's expression for any hint of motive.

Sophia simply extended her hand to Mila with confidence, her deanor poised and assertive. "I'm Yora. The Order of Valiance's main healer," she introduced herself, her tone carrying a subtle undertone of authority. She wanted to establish her position clearly.

Mila, taken aback by the unexpected introduction, clumsily took Sophia's hand and shook it, her mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events. She was confused since everyone could see Sophia's na above her avatar head, yet she decided to introduce herself. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the encounter, unsure of Sophia's intentions and what this conversation might entail.

"Uh, hi. I'm Shanty," she responded tentatively, her voice tinged with uncertainty. She wasn't entirely sure how to navigate this interaction, especially given Sophia's reputation and her brother Noah's warnings about her.

Sophia registered Mila's hesitance, but she quickly composed herself, masking her irritation behind a casual smile. "I just saw you talking to a close friend of mine so I decided to say hello to you," she explained, her tone casual yet tinged with an underlying tension.

Mila's brow furrowed in confusion at the ntion of Allen. She had heard Noah ntion it before, but she wasn't prepared for him to be the subject of conversation with Sophia. Despite her confusion, she tried to maintain a polite deanor, nodding in acknowledgnt. "Oh, you an Allen," she responded, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

From that statent, Sophia imdiately realized that Mila knew more about Allen than she had anticipated. "Oh, you know his real na," she remarked, her surprise barely concealed beneath a veneer of composure. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity mingled with a hint of suspicion at Mila's casual deanor.

Mila, sensing Sophia's scrutiny, maintained her relaxed posture, determined not to reveal too much. "Yeah, we've t a couple of tis in the real world," she admitted, her tone casual yet tinged with admiration. "I'm kind of a fan," she added with a shrug, hoping to downplay the significance of her connection to Allen.

Sophia's eyebrows raised slightly at Mila's confession, her curiosity piqued. "Fans in gaming?" she inquired, her tone probing for more information. She wanted to gauge the extent of Mila's involvent with Allen and determine whether there was cause for concern.

Mila nodded, her expression earnest. "Yeah, I first saw him about two years ago," she explained, her voice tinged with excitent. "At so tournants," she clarified, eager to provide context for her admiration. "But I'm also a fan of his modeling career," she added casually, hoping to deflect any suspicions Sophia might have about her motives.

"Oh, okay," Sophia responded, her tone casual but her mind racing with thoughts. Mila's ntion of Allen's involvent in tournants and his modeling career struck a nerve, igniting a flicker of jealousy within Sophia's chest. It ant this girl also knew about Allen in real life.

Mila, sensing Sophia's subtle attempt to undermine her, maintained her composed deanor, though her smile wavered slightly. "Yeah," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

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Sophia, seizing the opportunity to assert her superiority, decided to subtly humble Mila. "Well, just saying," she began, her tone laced with condescension. "He didn't really focus on his modeling career," she continued, her words calculated to undermine Mila's perception of Allen. "He's more focused on his gaming career, you know?

And he's not really interested in middle-level players," she added, hoping to plant seeds of doubt in Mila's mind.

Mila's heart sank at Sophia's words, the implication not lost on her. She rembered Allen's rejection all too well, and Sophia's pointed reminder only served to deepen her sense of inadequacy. "I guess you're right," she conceded, her voice tinged with sadness. "He already made that clear to ," she admitted, though the admission stung.

"But I suppose he's the type of player who prefers to hunt solo or with his own team. He also rejected my brother's invitation," she reasoned, her attempt to rationalize Allen's actions betraying a hint of desperation.