Adam looked at Azrynn for a moment, then turned to Lilith and Isolde with a calm but serious expression.
"…The Dark Elf village is really in danger right now," he said. "If what she said is true, then we should help them too."
Lilith's crimson eyes immediately narrowed in displeasure.
"I refuse," she said coldly. "Why should we help someone who tried to kill us? Besides, didn't we come here to find the Abyssal Bloom for Alice? We don't have time to play hero for these people."
Adam didn't raise his voice. Instead, he looked directly at Lilith and spoke in a low, dominant tone— the kind he rarely used, but when he did, it carried undeniable authority.
"Lilith."
Just that one word made Lilith's body visibly tense. Her crimson eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. She instinctively lowered her gaze for a split second before looking back up at him.
Adam continued, his voice steady and firm.
