Chapter 56: A Game of Covers
The room had fallen into silence as the four of them waited, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken tension. All eyes were on Corven as they stood by, expecting a decision.
Finally, he spoke.
"I can’t agree to that if I don’t know what Rose will be doing while I head to the baroness."
Rose blinked, clearly surprised—not because of the concern itself, but because it came so naturally from him. It wasn’t affection in the romantic sense, but it was a level of care she hadn’t expected right now.
She smiled, crossing her arms loosely, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
"Always so caring. Thank you..." she said softly, her voice gentler than usual. It was a rare moment of softness between all the tension.
Irsted, never one for lingering emotions, waved off Corven’s concern with a confident scoff.
"Do you really think anyone could get past me? Anyone who wants to hurt her would have to get through me first."
It wasn’t just bravado—Irsted was the real deal. A frontline monster in both strength and sheer presence. If there was anyone built for standing between danger and his allies, it was him.
A walking fortress.
And Trish? She wasn’t far behind. Kind but quiet, and precise—she might not boast, but her efficiency in combat spoke volumes. Combined with Rose’s own formidable physical abilities, the trio was anything but vulnerable.
Still, Corven hesitated.