The hall erupted with shouting and cursing, voices clashing as insults and accusations flew across the long table. Fists slammed against the surface, chairs scraped against the floor, and a few figures even reached for their weapons before being restrained by their companions.
But Angrar, Vane, and one girl sat calmly in their seats, unaffected by the storm around them.
Angrar glanced at the woman across from him. "You're not going to calm your party members, Karue?"
Karue gave him a casual glance, adjusting her glasses before placing her weapon on the table and beginning to polish it with slow, graceful movements. "For what? Even if I said something, it's not like they'd listen. Besides, you aren't doing anything about your party members either."
She turned an annoyed glance toward Vane. "You too. You're the 'second strongest' among the twenty summoned heroes under the Supreme Goddess Zeyrinda, aren't you? Why not do something about your party members? Hmm?"
