"No way! Take everything with you?!"
Elara shot up from her seat, her silver-white eyes widening like saucers. Her palms slammed against the rough wooden table with a sharp thud. "That's insane! How do you expect to outrun Bloodbeard dragging half a fortress behind you?"
Her voice echoed through the small room, vibrating with a mix of disbelief and frustration.
She leaned forward, glaring at Luciel as if she could shake some sense into him by sheer will. "I know you don't want to part with your loot, but there's a point where practicality outweighs greed. Do you really think you can fight off an entire band of mutant trackers while hauling this much?"
Luciel didn't answer. He was too calm, too… collected. That, somehow, made it worse.
Elara's lips parted, ready to continue lecturing him, but before she could, Mino spoke up from the other side of the table.
The rabbit-eared girl puffed her cheeks, her voice trembling but firm. "You—you've got it all wrong!"
