Velra laughed softly, her voice echoing through the ruined chamber.
She looked at their stunned faces.
"Relax," she said, stepping forward with a slow sway in her hips.
"You don't need to be scared."
One of the B-Rank heroes raised his voice, still shaken.
"Are you… are you with Valcair?"
Velra laughed louder, placing one hand on her hip.
"Valcair? Don't worry."
She leaned forward slightly, voice low and mocking.
"I'm not with him."
The heroes looked at each other in confusion.
Then she smiled wider.
"Because he's already dead."
The captain's eyes widened. "What?"
Velra stood straight and crossed her arms.
"Yeah," she said. "I killed him."
"You're lying," one of the A-Ranks said.
Velra shrugged. "Believe what you want. But the truth doesn't care."
She took another step closer, her boots clicking softly.
"All the slaves he had? They're mine now."
The flame wielder stepped forward. "All of them?"
Velra shook her head.
