Hearing that woman complain and cast an obnoxious gaze at Glenda Lunarisse, a man abruptly spoke.
"Hera, will you not make trouble on this joyous occasion?"
A wave of silver hair flowed down his head. The beautiful strands were tied back in a ponytail, and combined with his bearings and handsome look with a chiseled face, it made him appear similar to a refined scholar. He turned his head and stared at the woman called Hera, indicating that she should stay quiet before the guests.
"No, I will!"
Hera Ravendel strode forward in the air, her Level Nine Sovereign undulations flaring like her anger.
