Taking jabs at Evangeline was a good way to pass the time. He'd come so far from outright telling her to screw off.
However, good times didn't last long. They couldn't really spend the whole time together when the final battle was already here.
A day had passed since Evangeline and Leona had arrived, and Damon was taking it easy with his current party.
Leona glanced at Waton, who was talking with Wendy, a small frown forming on her face.
"I hate to be that girl, but I'm sort of surprised he's still alive."
Damon leaned back on his chair with a small smile.
"Yeah… why?"
She shook her head lightly.
"It's just you aren't a very friendly person, especially to rich snobs."
Damon chuckled, looking at her.
"Well, turns out we have a lot more in common than I thought. And rich snobs are people too."
Leona narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Huh… that's weird. You hate nobles and rub your poverty in our faces every chance you get."
