Brand's surprise lingered until he heard a faint 'ding', snapping him back to reality. He saw the Female War God of the Kruz people coldly knock the Short Sword out of Qian's hand.
The Short Sword fell into the grass—
The red-haired girl looked up, grasping her right wrist with one hand and silently biting her little canine teeth, glaring at this old woman. This was already the second time she had suffered at the hands of the other, especially that condescending attitude which made her very uncomfortable.
If it weren't for the Lord still being in their hands, she would have glared at Veronica angrily.
But Veronica likewise said nothing, dragging Brand backward and disappearing into the grass, not caring if Qian was still following behind.
