There stood a woman, clad in a scarlet leather coat, with long strands of jet-black hair meticulously tied up in a high ponytail. She exuded an air of elegance and strength. In response to Mansfield's outburst, she appeared visibly displeased, rebuking him with a firm tone, "Mansfield, I strongly caution against allowing personal conflicts with Oris to jeopardize our pursuit of Eomaia. Should your actions impede our objective, you ought to be well aware of the consequences."
Upon hearing these words, Mansfield's face turned pale as a ghost. Nodding in agreement, he respectfully addressed the woman in scarlet, "Captain Lanathel, I understand. However, Oris has proven himself to be utterly detestable, and it is challenging for me to swallow this indignation."
Lanathel gazed at Mansfield.
Her slender frame gracefully twisting. Flames flickered to life in the palm of her hand, taking on various mesmerizing shapes.
