If the Demoness' aura hadn't already made it clear, her stance removed any doubt. That was a threat, a crossroads between life and death.
Liam felt an itch he hadn't experienced in a long time, but his hand didn't move. He stared deep into the Demoness' abyss-like eyes, feeling his very mind shake under the innate frenzy she radiated, but enduring the look nonetheless.
That question shouldn't exist, let alone be spoken. Criminals did their thing everywhere, especially in an environment like the border, but the Demoness had hinted at something deeper, something blasphemous.
It was an implicit understanding surmised from the more serious atmosphere. The question wasn't about the Kingdom. It was about the Dragons.
Realistically, the theoretically correct answer was obvious. That mighty leafing expert called herself Demoness after all. Even an idiot could understand on which side she was.
