Interlude

"Hello, Sarasha. Nice to see you again. I'd appreciate it if you got your foot off of my stomach," Raya replied in an icy tone.

Raya grabbed Sarasha's ankle and lifted it up and out of the water off of her stomach. She coated her hand in flame and squeezed, burning Sarasha's skin and causing it to blister.

Like most Albion women, Sarasha was a warrior. The damage inflicted on her wasn't even enough to make her flinch. Yet her eyes still widened as she looked at the down at her disfigured skin. Sarasha was someone who valued her beauty highly.

"You bitch! How dare you!"

Sarasha glared at Raya and conjured a pair of wind swords in her hands. At the same time, Raya jumped out of the bath and conjured a pair of fireballs in hers. Still naked, she got into a fighting stance.

Just when it seemed a fight would break out, dozens of palace guards flooded into the baths to surround them while a deep feminine voice boomed out.