บท 1431: Born For War

"Come on. One, two, three…"

"To your recovery, cheers!"

Inside the living quarters of the Sleeping Spell, a small celebration was underway. Looking at Dusk's happy smile, Balshan helplessly raised her glass.

As partners, Dusk would visit her often, completely paying no heed to her own situation. Back on the Sleeping Island, she knew for certain that she would never have cared so much for a Combat Witch. The mixture of guilt and being moved made her feel as though she paled in comparison to Dusk.

Even though Balshan knew that Dusk would never think of such a thing.

But when her gaze landed on the other person, her expression turned nasty.

"Why are you here?"

Charms confidently downed an entire glass of wine. "I was the one who brought this red wine; why can't I be here?"

"Why does it sound like we can't get to drink without you?" Balshan rolled her eyes. "Neverwinter has many pubs, we can get it from anywhere."