Lady Dustfey walked closer, her hips swaying side to side.
"Lady Dustfey! Look at the state of the place! This slave needs to be killed!" The guard, seemingly unable to express the immense rage he felt.
'Finally...' Lyrian thought to himself on seeing the woman.
"Yes, he definitely is strong," Dustfey exclaimed, looking around the battlefield with a hint of awe in her eyes.
"W-what? Strong? Well... I guess so." The guard replied under his breath, not expecting that answer.
"But that's not the point! Look what he's done! He needs to be punished!"
Dustfey suddenly faced the guard with a slightly confused expression, "Punished? For what? Showing that he has the ability to cultivate and grow stronger?" She said in a nonchalant tone.
"Wha-" The guard felt his voice disappearing from his throat. He was shocked, "But... the guards."
