"Hello, esteemed Matron Briza. I think you can guess who I am." Although Lynch swaggered to the center of the audience room, he constantly reminded himself that he was still facing a Dark Elf Matron and couldn't afford the slightest carelessness. To prevent Briza from suddenly attacking, he had already prepared a Lightning Spell, ready at any moment.
The expression on the drow woman's face seemed surprised, but in just a moment, that emotion completely disappeared behind a kind smile. Briza turned around, twisting her body and gracefully stepping towards Lynch, as if standing before her was not a dangerous mage, but just one of her many male consorts.
"Please stop there, Matron Briza," Lynch said, instinctively knowing that the woman before him was not easy to deal with. "After all, officially speaking, we are currently in an adversarial relationship, and a very intense one at that."
