Half the raging wind elements subsided.
A golden figure flipped in midair and landed steadily on the flagstones.
Ais Wallenstein held the Sword of Despair in her hand, her chest heaving and her forehead covered in sweat. Clearly, the intense training just now had drained a considerable amount of her stamina.
She turned her head, noticed the activity over here, and let her gaze linger on Haimo for two seconds.
Haimo was looking at her as well.
"A hardworking child."
Haimo spoke.
His voice was quiet, just loud enough for those present to hear.
At those words, Loki's mouth instantly stretched into a grin.
She had already been thinking about how to promote her precious girl and get closer to Haimo.
If Ais could form a deeper connection with him, it would be all gain and no loss.
However.
Loki's eyes shifted as she thought it over.
Now was not the time yet.
After all, neither persuasion nor pressure worked on Haimo. Trying to foist someone on him outright would definitely earn her a rebuff.
With that thought, Loki cleared her throat and steered the conversation back.
"All right, all right, there'll be plenty of time for pleasantries later."
Loki strode casually up to Finn and pointed her thumb at Haimo behind her.
"Finn, get the warehouse key. I'm taking Haimo to pick out some of the deep-floor materials we brought back from our first expedition."
The moment those words left her mouth.
The air around them abruptly stilled.
A rare look of astonishment appeared on Finn's boyish face.
After all.
Deep-floor materials brought back from an expedition.
The value behind those words.
Those were all things the top fighters of the Loki Familia's first string had risked their lives to carve out of the Dungeon's deepest reaches.
Any piece