Dila kept walking behind Zeon, her steps slowing slightly as her thoughts started clouding her.
In her mind, she sighed. No… morning's almost over… midday's about to set in… and after that… Her throat tightened. Me and that king…
Her fists clenched without her realizing.
We'll have to duel.
She drew a shaky breath, her heart tightening painfully.
Sigh… what do I even do…
Fran noticed. She slowed her pace and glanced at her, tail lowering. "Sister? You okay?"
Dila forced a small, weak smile. "...I'm fine."
But her eyes, darkened and distant, told a different story.
And then Fran said, "Is it about the duel again? If so… yeah, I feel you." Her voice was small, but honest.
Meanwhile, Zeon said casually, "Chill. You'll get strong again and start your cycle of masochist fests."
Dila, walking silently with her mind distant, said softly, "Shut up… it's not even funny, Zeon."
Zeon glanced sideways, smirking just faintly. "Hmm. If you say so, Princess."
