"In short, they are lunatics," Eleanor said.
Isaac nodded. From everything he had heard so far, that description felt accurate enough.
Averon leaned back slightly, folding his arms. "Protecting Emily shouldn't be hard as long as the Spirit of Water is near her. So, shall we focus on the competition for now? It will decide whether or not Isaac will serve another Lord. We can't afford to lose."
As he spoke, his gaze shifted toward Isaac. There was a faint edge in it, something between annoyance and resentment.
Isaac noticed it immediately. "What?"
"How can you make me your Sub-Lord without telling me you would be making a bet this ridiculous? It's all but guaranteed now that I will have to serve another Lord." Averon clicked his tongue.
"If you don't want to serve another Lord, fight properly." Isaac shrugged, not looking particularly bothered.
Averon exhaled sharply through his nose, but didn't push that line further.
Instead, he moved on. "So, who's fighting from our side?"
