To Serilef, those words more or less meant that Solam was going to destroy the entire city. That was absolutely the sort of thing only the most evil demon kings would do. If it truly came to that, Serilef would stop Solam even if she had to give it everything she had.
"You're going to destroy Athkatla?" Serilef's hand was already on her sword hilt. Once his answer was confirmed, she would cut Solam down even at the cost of her life. Only then would she be worthy of the name Pale Justice.
The instant killing intent rose from Serilef, a scimitar appeared at her throat.
"Seri, I can't just pretend I didn't see that." A chilling voice sounded beside Serilef's ear.
It was Trism. As Solam's closest guard, wherever Solam was, Trism was there too. Other than when they slept, Trism was practically Solam's shadow. Serilef knew that, but she had not expected Trism to notice the mere hint of killing intent she had just revealed.
Generally speaking, anyone who dared show killing intent toward Solam in front of Trism would not meet a pleasant end. Trism was no softhearted man, and he had killed no shortage of people. But Serilef was different. In a sense, Trism had watched her grow up. In that regard, Trism was even more qualified than Solam to say so. After all, Solam had spent seven or eight years in the Abyss, while Trism had remained in Athkatla and frequently met Serilef. Saying that he had watched her grow up was no exaggeration.
Trism still held some fondness for a little girl like Seri. Trism himself was not a good person, but he greatly admired good people. After all, his idol was none other than the renowned Drizzt Do'Urden, a truly great man.
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