"The hell is that?"
Stella's expression hardened, clearly interpreting the delay as hesitation rather than plain confusion. Pressing the blade even closer now, she inched up slowly to him. Daniel tried leaning his head back but eventually backed up into a tree.
"Woah—hey, easy!" he said quickly. "I'm serious."
Aren sighed as he dragged a hand down his face.
Why is the Senior even entertaining this?
"Students from the Imperial Mystic College don't wander into the Wildlands without knowing what they're looking for," she said coldly.
"And I've been telling you, lady! We're here on a training trip!"
"Whatever you're talking about," he continued. "The name sounds like something out of a fairy tale!"
She went silent for a while, lowering her blade as her shoulders started to tremble. Daniel lowered his hands, studying her before speaking again.
"...Alright, let's try a different question then."
