"Master, is this not dangerous?" Reika asked, her violet eyes reflecting concern as she gazed out the window of our private jet. Below us, the azure waters of the Great Southern Sea stretched endlessly toward the horizon, marking our approach to the continent of powerful bloodlines and ancient beasts.
"What makes you think it's dangerous?" I replied, one hand absently stroking Luna's dark hair as she slept peacefully across my lap.
"Ferraclysm is strong," Reika pressed, her voice carrying the weight of professional assessment. "In terms of pure combat power, they stand at the helm of all the Diamond-rank guilds. Their military connections run deeper than just contracts—they have personal relationships with generals, admirals, and commanders across the Empire."
I nodded, acknowledging her valid concerns. "You're absolutely right. They are formidable opponents with incredible resources."
"Then why—"
