"Are you sure he can handle a single wave on his own?"
"It's fine. He has Tristan and Myst to back him up if ever a problem arises."
Being the commander and the heart of the entire defense formation, Alfaera was forced to stay put alongside Claire, watching Valyr and the others head to the battlefield to face the eighth wave.
"Do you think he can keep his words?" Watching the three move closer to the battlefield proper, Claire eventually asked Alfaera the question that was on her mind.
"After all, even though the aura he's shown us may be genuine, his combat strength might be not."
At those words, Alfaera looked back at her guard with a slight smile. "You've been here since Astarto was a village, Claire. Is there even a reason for you to ask me that question?"
In response, Claire returned a smile of her own. "Sure, but I've only heard about his feats back then due to circumstances. Since I haven't seen it firsthand, I'm a bit skeptical."
