Violet remained where she stood. Her gaze wandered upon the Rain Lions one after another.
None of them acted fierce. Beasts usually lower themselves into the posture to pounce, but their eyes did not linger on the faces as if they were looking for prey.
Every few moments their golden eyes shifted toward drawn swords in the hands of the holy knights.
"I don't believe they are threatening us," her murmur spread through the fleet.
"Your Holiness?" One of the knights frowned.
"Their attention has not left your weapons since they emerged, they're like cautious children than fierce predators."
Only then did several knights notice it themselves. Rain Lions had not once looked directly at Violet or Theodosia.
"They're sensitive to hostility," Violet concluded.
'So, Visitors are not stopped by guards but judged by the nature itself. Arrive with murderous intent and the mountain rejects you, arrive peacefully…the mountain lets you pass. That's quite like him,' she thought.
