"The Crimson Goddess, her death delivered must be."
The Elven Commander, Tafor, and the Elven Soldier, Lusha, who was perplexed by Amelie's condescending tone, shifted their gaze to where Russell was sitting leisurely as he spoke a clear phrase of unknown, mentioning the Crimson Goddess or the one to be believed as the progenitor of the Vampire Race.
The simple matter regarding Amelie's impolite tone left Lusha's head, while Tafor, who was beside her, was silent, glaring intently at the young man.
After a few seconds, in wonder, Lusha asked.
"What do you mean by that? That's quite random, isn't it?"
"It actually is, but I don't think that's the case, right, Commander Tafor?"
Lusha glanced to her side, seeing the expression of their commander to be unknown, his thoughts obscured. Pondering for a moment, Tafor then addressed in ignorance whatever the young mercenary leader meant by what he mumbled.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
