(Disclaimer: Don't eat, or drink when reading this chapter. You have been warned.)
William returned to his carriage and summoned a grumpy Vesta out of the Thousand Beast Domain.
The green-haired beauty had completely become a game-addict, and she was not pleased to have her gaming time disturbed.
"Sorry, but we have a situation," William said as he explained the details to the green-haired beauty who had a frown on her face.
"The Rhanes Clan? They are one of the Clans that had a pacifist mentality," Vesta stated. "It's quite unfortunate that the apples that were born from a fine tree turned sour. Fine, I'll handle this."
Vesta disembarked from the carriage with an arrogant look on her face. As the proud daughter of one of the Demigods in the continent, her persuasive ability was the real deal. Very few would deny her what she wanted, and those who did found themselves face to face with an angry Black Dragon, who spoiled his daughter very much.
