"Ok."
That was all Damon could say to meeting the queen of the Moon Glades.
Honestly, he wasn't the type to revere royalty. He barely revered the goddess—and she was an actual god.
Daphne was quiet for a moment. Then her voice rang through the communication orb.
"You actually managed to kill all of them… that's impressive. I didn't think you could."
Damon looked at the stub where his arm was slowly regrowing.
"Honestly, it was kind of underwhelming. 'I mean… if you're going to send someone to kill me, at least have the decency to send someone in the fourth class or higher. Tsk. Got my hopes up for nothing."
Daphne Moonveil was surprised for a moment. He was actually serious… disappointed he didn't die.
If Damon could see her face, he'd see an amused smile on it.
"That makes both of us. Though, I am surprised… no, on second thought—shocked. Why would anyone be disappointed they survived such an ordeal? Those were some of the Moon Glades' best assassins."
