"So you will fight those huge and wild creatures alone? You can do that?" I asked Lancelot, doubtful.
"If you want to join me, then you may. But if you don't want, then you can run if you are afraid—which I don't think is in your character. But if you would stay, you may just stand at the corner and watch me play with the tigers. Is that all right with you?"
"Okay, okay. I will do that."
"Which of those I mentioned?" He raised a brow with a little smirk.
"The latter. I will just stand at the corner and wait for you to be done with them."
He smiled. "That is a good choice, Ophelia. I really don't like fighting with a lady because I couldn't bear to watch a lady being hurt. But judging your looks, and how your identity as the Mistress of Fire, I think you are a little more durable than any normal lady. Nevertheless, I would still rather fight alone than risk you. I would rather face these monsters than see you hurt."
