Dyon stood in the air, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked toward his Junior Sister with an indifferent expression.
Aritzia looked back toward him with a smile. "Am I very beautiful, First Brother?"
Dyon nodded indifferently. "Quite."
"More beautiful than your wives?"
Dyon shrugged. "They're still mortals, it can't be helped."
Aritzia didn't seem to hear the tone of indifference in Dyon's voice. What she heard seemed to make her the happiest woman in the world. It seemed that if it wasn't for the situation, she would take the first opportunity to pounce on him.
"That said…" Dyon's lip curled. "… You're still lacking in comparison to my little girl."
"Puu." Aritzia giggled lightly. "A father's love truly knows no bounds."
A moment of silence took hold of their battlefield once more.
