"What am I going to do...?" the man mused, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't really have a reason to go toe-to-toe with someone like you, Veronica. And let's face it, I'd be outmatched considering the skill you've got up your sleeve. It's like all other skills are just... worthless in comparison. Maybe throwing in the towel is the smart play here. My skill is all I've got left to rely on. But damn, that ticket... I really want it."
His gaze flicked to Zeruel, still glaring daggers at him. Though the fiery aura had faded, the oppressive heat of the room still lingered, searing into our skin.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, but you've got to let it go. Your father's made it clear," Veronica interjected with authority.
