"Well, if my big brother led a reckless charge into any kingdom without planning, half his forces would be wiped out," Aurianna explained, turning her attention to Valfar. "You should be grateful that my brother is wise enough to avoid such blunders."
Valfar blinked, trying to process what she said, Aurianna's eyes shifted to the side. "Is that... Freed? And Zelnu?" she asked, recognizing familiar faces.
"Hey," Freed greeted with a light wave. He was a tall man, standing seven feet tall but looking like a teenager. His long braided yellow hair stretched down to his ankles, ending in a scorpion-tail shape. Various flowers of all colors were woven into his braids, adding a vibrant contrast to his appearance. His sweet smile seemed almost out of place on someone of his size.
