Chapter 22

The onlookers erupted into thunderous applause. The bard bowed, a pleased grin lighting his face.

As Maxi breathed a sigh of relief, she heard Ulyseon grumble, "The lyrics are subpar. It is clear the composer did not know—"

Maxi stomped on his foot with all her strength. She met his baffled look with a glower, warning him not to say another word.

Blinking in confusion, he asked, "Are you unwell, my lady? Was there something wrong with the food?"

Kuahel Leon, who had been silently resting his head against the wall with his eyes closed, chose that moment to speak.

"I suggest you all get some rest now."

Maxi felt her cheeks burn when the knight's stony gaze briefly met hers. She would have been less mortified had he teased or laughed at her like the mages. But, as always, the Temple Knight's face was almost spitefully indifferent. Opening a leather pouch, Kuahel tossed the bard a coin before rising from his seat.

"For entertaining my companions."

"Thank you, sir!"