"Oh? So you don't call me a cockroach or a rat at times like this. And stop giving me weird nicknames. It's disgusting."
Phield turned his head in surprise and raised an eyebrow at Ophelia.
"So even corrupted creatures know fear."
Thinking about it, that was true. Back when Ophelia had been his enemy, she knew how to run and use schemes. She was one of the rare ones who actually used her brain.
"Of course. The smarter a creature is, the more it understands fear."
Ophelia puffed out her cheeks indignantly. Her chubby dragon tail swished around and nearly tripped Phield.
"You might not be very intelligent. You're not even scared."
"Of course I'm scared."
Phield let out a rare sigh.
"But compared to taking risks, I'm more afraid of losing even more. If we don't break this encirclement, that's the real disaster."
Whether the corruption pushed south or the rebels marched north, being trapped in the middle meant he could be finished at any moment.
