章節 43: A Feast of Fools

Liria felt her shoulders tense slightly under the weight of Daena's piercing violet gaze. The former demon queen stood like an immovable force, her wings tucked neatly behind her back, but her expression promised a storm.

"So," Daena began, her voice like the low rumble of distant thunder, "you faced a Wyrmling in a rank F dungeon."

Enara puffed up her chest, looking more indignant than apologetic. "It was unregistered! No one knew it was there."

Daena's glowing eyes narrowed. "And you didn't think to retreat?"

"We handled it," Liria interjected, folding her arms. "Barely. But we handled it."

Verida, Enara's red-skinned, fiery mother, laughed heartily from her seat. "Spoken like a true warrior! A Wyrmling isn't a foe to take lightly, even for seasoned fighters."