The king's eyes shook after seeing her hand engulfed in flames.
"Adora," he exclaimed.
"It's fine, father; don't do anything," she replied and he gnashed his teeth while lowering his head.
"Listen to her," the queen said, to which he sighed.
"You're not going to be able to take that off, it will burn your arm off if you don't move away, do as you please, your loss," Sam said, as the other two members of parliament smiled who were Sam's friends smiled.
"That's what you think, you know it's a very bad thing to underestimate people and you are doing it now because you have never seen me fight before, believe me, you won't want to," Adora replied, yanking the shackles and cuffs off of Ifrit, and Sam gasped as she threw them onto the ground, causing the flames to disappear from them and her hand was completely fine and not burned.
"Thank goodness you're fine," the king said, and Adora smiled.
