It was the painting of the tragedy that happened two decades ago. Madam Locraine sighed as she watched the portrait of the Azure King standing on the bodies of the Adventurers who tried to march inside its Palace.
"Why are you still looking at that?" the Holy Crow sighed. "It won't help with your anxiety if you keep looking at it."
"I just can't shake the feeling that something is going to happen to them," Madam Locraine sighed. "Tell me, Alexander Crow. Am I being obnoxious?"
"Just Alexander is fine, Madam Locraine," the Holy Crow sighed. "And no, fear is found in every single one of us."
"Even you, Just Alexander?" Madam Locraine leaned closer. She placed the painting away and dragged her chair closer to the old man in white. "Do you feel fear?"
