Gherlos fidgeted with her fingers, rubbing them together nervously as she glanced at Ophelia standing beside Phield and Rosalia sitting nearby with her chin resting on her hand.
She had already fought Ophelia before. As for the other breathtaking beauty, one look was enough to tell that she was also a Divine Chosen. Since the woman wasn't releasing any divine power, her rank couldn't be determined.
With strength like theirs, there was no way Phield would abandon powerful subordinates and choose someone like her instead.
A deep disappointment surfaced in her eyes.
"Are you planning to reward me to one of your subordinates?"
She was completely alone now. Phield was powerful, had decent character, and was pleasing to look at. No matter how she looked at it, he seemed like an excellent choice.
"Huh? Of course not."
Phield was stunned.
He could take things from others all day long, but giving away what was his? That was another matter entirely.
