Ragnar folded his arms across his chest as he glanced at Anselm and Karion. "Now, she's proved her power. You can't doubt her anymore, right?"
Anselm's frown deepened, but he didn't respond. He unwillingly admitted that he was wrong.
However, Karion couldn't hold back his frustration and glanced back at Liora before turning to Ragnar. "Where the hell did you find her? How can someone as young as her be a 6-Star Tamer?"
Ragnar only smirked. He was enjoying their looks of disbelief. "Of course she can. Who says a little girl can't become a 6-Star Tamer?"
He gestured toward Liora with a slight tilt of his head, "You'd do well to remember that strength doesn't always come with age."
Outwardly, Ragnar maintained his usual smug demeanor, but inwardly he was also in disbelief.
"What the hell is wrong with Lucius and his maids? They keep pulling off these ridiculous feats like it's nothing."