Realization

"Tell him to fuck off," Silva said and started walking. He didn't even want this drama right now.

The man didn't take kindly to what was said, his eyes shone with anger as he gazed at Silva walking away. "You brat." The man roared and pulled out a greatsword from his ring.

He wanted to charge at Silva, but the girls all moved at fascinating speeds. Dawn had already placed a sword at his neck, Fay as well. Sage, Amber, Leah, and Lia were ready to cast their most powerful spells to finish this man.

The man froze when he felt the extreme danger. Sweat dripped from the side of his face, his eyes darted to all of them. He saw their faces—they weren't playing. They would kill him if he made another move.

His eyes moved to Silva and Aaron, who just stood there, watching him with expressionless faces. They didn't even care what would happen to him. The man slowly dropped his sword and tried to back up, but then he heard a voice from the carriage.