"Truly worthy of coming from a noble family, will such a delicate girl hand herself over without a struggle? If she doesn't, won't we just take her? Ah! Hahaha." Casro, picking up his wine bowl again, lowered his voice to mimic Hel's tone with a sneer, and his words immediately caused a burst of laughter among the nearby crowd.
Upon hearing this, Hel's face flushed red with anger. She wanted to draw her sword but was stopped by Bailang's stern look from not far away. Frustrated, she half-drew her longsword only to sheath it again, remaining silent.
"My subordinate's words may be harsh, but that's the truth, Miss Sifuer. Everyone knows our current situation—we're not in a time to worry about decorum. The more combat power we have against the Red Calamity, the fewer casualties we will suffer. I hope you understand." Raphael looked at Sifuer with a troubled expression as he spoke.
