"So, are you here to kill me?" she asked softly.
"If you truly are a spokesperson for Nyx, you should pay the price for your actions," Alan replied.
Although he did not understand why Daphne would do such a thing, and he didn't really want to kill such a beautiful woman.
"Swish!" Suddenly, Daphne rose from the pool. Out of politeness, Alan closed his eyes. He heard the sound of Daphne wiping her body and the friction of clothes against skin.
By the time he opened his eyes, Daphne was already standing in front of him.
Dressed in a red gown, with her long hair cascading down to her waist, her slender waist, and delicate demeanor made one instinctively want to protect her.
"Do you know what the best outcome for a foxfolk is?" Daphne suddenly asked.
"What is it?" Alan pondered for a moment before asking.
