Gwen was relieved that Luke was fine and moved on to the ship. Word of mouth spread fast as the guild heard of the Obsidian Kite Guild — "Obsidian Kite? Never heard of that. I do play My Craft and Kite Surfing as a child though!
Whatever guild that was and for sure they might have significant role in the future days to come as she thought. Gwen's not the type to take her vibe out of unheard guilds especially when her own guild received recognition. Astoria caught up to Ria and obviously had the audacity to make up for her crap earlier. Gwen smiled sincerely at her sister for showing a caring heart but not without a slow cold burn.
Reminiscing the good old days of their childhood up to the present — training physically was something her sister lacked and mostly avoided. As children, they fought competitively under their father's will and it wasn't a very good memory to remember because it was painful, at least on a certain point of view. She remembered how out of demonstration by their father's machinations — Gwen was forced to fight Ria rather to toughen her.
Gwen patted her sister's back to get her attention.
"How bold of you to say that, don't worry about Lavinia. I had her wrapped under my fingers, hence, she kicked that guy's poor balls..would be sadistically funnier if his descendants cried out of being wiped out of existence!
These words were soon to echo anytime...
Training? I say it again. That's so not you. If you really are keen on training , strip for me and kneel down.
The once desolated Guildhall became lively ever since the Dragon skirmish at Era rather in Gwen's point of view — Demon skirmish, a day of humiliated pride that she don't wanna remember. To her dismay, Gwen gained fanatics that aren't particular about her magic but her stripping habit — accidentally earning creepy fanboys, cracking her up and dismissing them left and right with a cold shoulder. If only Gwen dealt the demon herself and not the S Class taking all the credit then things would have been so different, these people would be in admiration of her power, not her looks.
Walking around her birthday-suit in the Guildhall wasn't helping the crazy fanatics and herself either. "I said shut the F up and quit following me! Says the insensitive ice harlot who fueled them with tempting suggestions. She started to question herself; Why do I always get the weird and retarded ones? Metaphorically speaking, Gwen nuked her unwanted suitors, stalkers, and fandom with hate but they loved it, she reacted sad and desperate to be known for her power.
She suddenly felt like she's being harassed. "You masochistic fools! If I get followed and if you all touch me and have any shit in your mind on me, I will kill you and all of your relatives and have Lavinia castrate all of you and make sure you regret being born! Get Lost!