"You're pretty good at planning, but how are you at fighting. Don't think we'll be your underlings just because the tower master sent us here,"
I glared at the four in front of me, seemingly looking down on them.
They were strong. But their stats seemed to be around Aisa's level, impressive, but in the big leagues, not so much.
"Shut the hell up. You were our underlings ever since you came into the mansion," All of us said in unison, our eyes staring down at the commanders in front of us.
"Huh? Don't fuck with me!" Owen snarled whilst standing up, his hands palming the table below him.
"Luna…" I muttered, and as we both met eyes, she gave me a nod.
"This took me fucking days to make, so try not to destroy it," Luna sighed before snapping her fingers, causing a crown of pink jewels to form around the commanders heads.
