"A mercenary group leader, he is now one of ours."
"What should I do, my Lord?"
"Are you the Mage or am I the Mage? Act at your discretion," Brand replied, "Even that daft girl Frey could become a Valkyrie, I believe you will have no problem."
"Huh?"
"Nothing," Brand answered seriously, "I am just helping her plan her life."
"Understood," Char bowed deeply, "It's an honor."
"Go ahead." Brand nodded. Just then, he saw a red-haired girl limping towards them. As Char passed her, he couldn't help but remark, "She looks so much like Miss Frey, I didn't know you liked this type, my Lord—" But he was cut off mid-sentence by a fierce glare. Qian bit her lip and glanced at him, then walked past him to Brand's side.
Brand asked, "Qian?"
Qian was slightly taken aback, "Hm?"
Brand looked at her.
"I'm fine." The red-haired girl wiped the blood off her face and replied casually, "But my Lord, Medisha..."
