Under the cheers of the entire city, Elian and Bianca made their way back to the guild building. Elian had the rest of the Weapons disperse and only brought Epsilon. When they entered, they were brought to the main conference room by one of the new clerks.
As they were walking, Bianca kept sneaking glances at her lover. Although they had their hands together with fingers interlocked, a certain awkwardness remained.
"Uhm…Elian?"
"Yes?"
"…"
"…"
Elian saw the dripping anxiety off his villainess. He turned to the clerk and Epsilon and instructed.
"Go to the conference room ahead of us. We'll catch up."
"Ah, but Lady Sunny said..."
The clerk wanted to ask him to reconsider, but Epsilon pulled out a long dagger and brought it to her neck.
"My Tyrant gave you a direct command. If you value your life, you will comply."
"Hie! O-Of…gulp…Of course… Please take your time, my Tyrant. Uhm, can you please tell her to take the sword away now?"
