'Damn...'
A cocky noble on one side. And a princess of the kingdom on the other. What a matchup they were about to had.
Mikhail, ever the arrogant one, immediately unholstered his ornate firearm—a sleek, silver-barreled gun lined with intricate carvings. He let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head.
"It is good to see you again, Princess Solenne."
His tone was... dripping... with some kind of a mock formality, but the princess and her partner remained silent.
They didn't react—not even a twitch of annoyance. Instead, they were simply… watching. Assessing.
Velren felt their gazes sweeping across the battlefield, taking in every minor detail. He disliked it. It was... unsettling.
Then, just as swiftly, Mikhail turned his attention toward him and Eterna. With an arched brow, he lazily gestured at them.
"And you are?"
Velren, uninterested, simply remained silent. No need to entertain this guy.
But before the silence could stretch on too long—
"Eterna Lys."
