Rising to her feet, Melania had a terribly dark look on her face as she glared daggers at Hunter. However, he didn't turn around regardless of the heat and clear murder in her eyes.
He had completely humiliated her. And there he was, walking away like nothing had happened.
She trembled with rage and turned around.
Behind her were not only the her men, but also members of other mercenary parties.
To be embarrassed to such degree in front of them all...
'That damned bastard! I'll make him pay!'
"The Golden Asura truly are as terrifying as they say. Are you okay, Melania?"
A man decked out in treated leather armor, with a cape made of the coat of some silver mutant beast hung from his shoulders. He was big and muscular. However, he looked down at Melania who was relatively smaller than he was with reverence and a hint of fear as well as carefully hidden lust. He was Fallon, the leader of the Redblade Mercenaries.
Melania snorted as she walked past him,
