"I understand you're grieving, but there's no need to forge a fake sword and impersonate the demon goddess just to cause a scene."
He waved his hand with casual dismissal, his tone edged with impatience. "Enough. Considering your filial devotion, I'll let today's antics slide."
"Toss that fake sword of yours into the Sword-Smelting Furnace."
"Then go find Immortal Lord Yunhe, pick whatever celestial post catches your fancy, and stay out of trouble from now on."
With that, Aldric wrapped his arm around Elara's shoulders and turned to leave.
I reached out and locked my fingers around Elara's wrist. My voice was ice. "What's the rush?"
"I don't want your celestial post. I want you to return my master's bones and sinews."
"Then come back with me and keep him company in his grave."
Both Aldric and Elara froze.
Rosalind was the first to recover.
Eager to prove herself, she charged over and slapped me across the face, snarling, "Lynara, you ungrateful wretch!"
"The Sovereign lets you off and you push your luck?!"
"Apologize to the Sovereign and his consort this instant, or I'll deal with you myself!"
I looked at Rosalind, cold and unblinking, and let my voice drop lower.