Shinta's heart pounded as she stood her ground, facing the three figures before her. Kaelyin Silverlief, poised and composed. Beside her, the two fairy-race attendants, stood like silent sentinels, their iridescent wings shimmering under the dim lantern light. Each of them was a cosmic expert.
"Senior… let's just wait until my father awakens, okay?" she said carefully, forcing a weak smile. "I'm sure he won't take too long. He's not that much of a genius."
Kaelyin didn't so much as blink. Her expression remained as unreadable as ever as she responded in a calm, unwavering voice, "Let's not make a fuss. Follow me, and your father might not even know you were gone."
Shinta took a deep sigh. There was no negotiation here. They had made up their minds. She swallowed, taking a slow step back. "No… no. This is the middle of a city... If you come any closer, I'll scream."
