"I'm done playing, whatever you want, go ahead."
Sometimes you have to admire, strength truly is a wonderful existence.
The weak even make hysterical threats seem adorable, while the strong make even surrender seem suspiciously uncertain.
Glina's surrender did not eliminate the group's apprehension; everyone, including Leoz, kept a wary gaze on this stunningly beautiful Dragon Lady, unsure if it was trickery or if she truly was tired of playing.
"What? You... don't believe me?"
Glina propped her chin with one hand and sat cross-legged on the ground, as a gentle breeze lifted her up protectively as if holding a treasured item. Regarding the group's apprehensions, she merely chuckled:
"Oh, come now, when you were attacking me earlier, weren't you hitting pretty hard? I almost felt pain."
"Is this even called surrender?" muttered Caramel Snail. "Why does it feel like it's getting worse?"
