“He’s not my general, Dragon. He’s his own person.”
“Says the one who doesn’t even understand what she did to him.” Milorth was clearly holding a grudge for missing the one-in-three-thousand-year event.
Lumina narrowed her eyes at the dragon. “You’re the ones who outright refused to tell me what I did.”
“That’s because we find it ridiculous that you have so much power, at only two decades of age, to do what you did and yet not know what you did!”
The fae warriors started passing money to each other again, grinning maniacally.
“Get over your astonishment of my immense power then and tell me what I did!” Lumina demanded.
“No!” Milorth shouted defiantly, and almost childishly, as he turned his head away from her, nose in the air.
The fae dropped their grins and sent Milorth dirty looks
