Chapter 246: Meeting Peter's group
"Imagine if someone sent a Primordial Human here because they sensed a Grand Human? That would be totes bad, y'know?" Avriel had reasoned, and Aurianna had grudgingly agreed.
Now, Aurianna sighed, trying to resist the urge to explode in rage. Instead, she slipped from the woman's grasp effortlessly, her movements so fluid that her captor stumbled in shock. She bent down, picked up what remained of her cake, and nonchalantly finished it, ignoring the horrified looks of the cloaked group.
The male partner of the black-cloaked woman looked on in disgust, his lip a frown. 'She's actually eating food off the ground? Isn't she supposed to be some noble? What is she—a beggar?' he thought, repulsed.
Unfazed, Aurianna turned to Peter with a raised eyebrow. "Peter, who are these clowns?" she asked, gesturing at the group of twenty black-cloaked people as she noted Peter's group of ten, including all the Seven Pillars, Batholem, Nae, and Panz.