Lyone nodded, though his jaw was tight.
Arielle finally stepped down from the carriage, her eyes glancing at the bodies littering the ground. "For a first mission, he performed… adequately."
Lyone's gaze snapped toward her. "Adequately?"
Arielle tilted her head, unbothered. "You killed men who were weaker than you. There's nothing admirable in that."
Lyone's cheeks flushed, his grip tightening on his sword hilt. "Then next time, I'll prove myself against something stronger."
Damien raised a hand, cutting off the growing tension. "You'll have plenty of chances. For now, we move on."
He glanced toward Fenrir, who had sat silently throughout the slaughter, massive jaws resting on its paws. With a single mental command, the beast rose, pulling the carriage forward once more.
