Her voice carried a gentle warmth, yet an unmistakable firmness beneath it—the voice of a woman accustomed to power.
The moment she said his name, a ripple of jealous whispers spread through the adventurers standing nearby.
"Why is she smiling like that…?"
"She's never talked to me that warmly…"
"Damn it… who is he to make the guild master smile like that?"
Damien remained unmoved, simply meeting her gaze.
Then suddenly, his lips curled slightly upwards.
'Of course… another smoking hot MILF! Seems my work in this village isn't done yet.' he thought, a perverted glint flashing across his eyes.
"It's nice to meet you too, Guild master." he said, stretching a hand for her to shake.
Emma's eyes narrowed slightly, and then she took his handshake gently.
'Her hand is soft.' Damien thought.
Such a thing was quite unexpected, especially since she seemed like someone who loved fighting.
