"Don't be so rude, Kalathi." A wind spirit harrumphed in displeasure.
He stood up, cupping his hands to Rioxys Plume, "Forgive our impudence, but we were invited to this peak yesterday by the Guardian himself. He issued a command, stating that you are to pick one of us men to be your fiancée in the future. Due to some kind of miscommunication, it seems that you haven't heard of it yet."
"What!?" Rioxys Plume flared, her expression sinking.
Killing intent emerged from her eyes, but she suppressed it, knowing it was her grandfather who arranged this. However, he did that yesterday, and today, he was still thinking about whether to send her away with Davis or not.
She supposed she had to swallow the presence of this unruly bunch and entertain them for just a day.
Davis, who took a seat and was about to unceremoniously start eating to distract himself from unleashing killing intent, paused for a moment.
He quickly understood that there were two different factions here.
