Reesa stared at Zora with renewed curiosity. She hadn't expected this woman in white to be so terrifyingly strong. Even she herself couldn't match that level of combat power.
"Y-you dare lay a hand on me," Barbara stammered as Zora approached, "and I'll make sure you can't survive in Heavenly City!"
The threat barely finished leaving her mouth.
Zora punched forward.
Barbara flew backward like a rag doll. A swift kick followed, and her body was sent tumbling straight out of the inn, landing heavily outside.
"I'll be waiting," Zora said calmly, her voice devoid of concern.
The weak had no right to threaten the strong.
She then turned to the stunned waiter, gesturing toward the gold coins scattered across the floor. "Use those to compensate for the damaged furniture."
With that, Zora ascended the stairs toward her room.
This time, no one dared to stop her.
Any lingering worries about the inn's losses vanished instantly. After all, who would dare argue with someone like her?
