"Your... intimate relationship with our Priestess Moli, how do you plan to handle it?"
Once Yaril's words were spoken, the Ancestral Court that was left with only two people suddenly became exceptionally quiet, as if even the sounds of children playing outside the Dragon Court were gradually fading away, leaving only the reverberation of Rafael's Mother's words.
Fisher was momentarily stunned, the guard he had just let down due to the gentle atmosphere was now gradually picked up again.
It seemed he wasn't too naive; being the mother of the Dragon Queen and the former wife of the leader of the South Branch Tribe, Yaril was far less easy-going than she had just appeared. Perhaps ever since he followed Rafael to the Dragon Court, she had already begun to have a preliminary understanding of him.
