While they ate, Liana glanced at the group of captured soldiers in the distance, huddled together, quietly munching on their food.
She turned to Javier.
"Young master?"
"Hmm?" Javier replied mid-chew. "Yeah, Liana?"
She pointed subtly toward the prisoners.
"What are you planning to do with them?"
Javier shrugged, leaning back and sipping from a flask of purified water.
"Dunno. All I care about is that they're caught. I'll just hand them over to the Lord of Armand."
Gloria raised an eyebrow.
"You mean… your father."
"Ah. Yes. Him," Javier said with a crooked grin. "Scary guy."
"You're strong, right, young master~?" Gloria teased, a glint in her eye.
"Huh?" Javier blinked. "Well… you could say that."
"Then do you think you could fight him? Maybe win?"
Javier's expression froze.
"NO WAY," he said flatly, shaking his head. "Even if I combined my power with my brothers—Marcellus and Cedric—I'm still not fighting him. That man's terrifying."
