"Lets go, men. We can't trust a stranger's word!"
Prince Mikail snorted dismissively and stormed off with the followers he had gathered under the lure of wealth and power.
"Brother Mikail, don't go! Didn't you hear the warning?" Princess Delilah called out, her voice laced with worry. But her efforts were in vain. Mikail had already made up his mind.
"No, you can't stop me, Delilah. If you trust this stranger instead of me, you can stay here!" he said coldly, not even turning back.
Defeated, she returned to Aria's side, her expression clouded with concern. Though they weren't blood siblings, Mikail was still her brother, and she couldn't help but feel a growing unease about his decision. If it weren't for the young man's warning, she might have followed him without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Aengus began explaining how he had encountered the ancient dwarves, though he carefully left out any details that were too sensitive to share.