Yubo huffed and crossed his arms. Mort, Vera, and Laro looked at the visitors from the foreign continent.
Zach was immediately stricken from the list of possibilities. Setting aside the solid muscles, visible through his clothes, that outed him as a martial artist, he looked dangerous. Their senses were on high alert just from looking at him. He was powerful.
Next to him were five maids. One was gentle with blonde hair and round, kind eyes. But looking at her for too long made their eyes sting.
A white-haired one who was half a height taller than Zach. If she had been slouched over as most tall people were, she might have been a possible target. But she stood with a straight back and met their gazes with eagerness. She wanted to prove herself.
Maybe not her.
Then, a dark-haired maid, slightly shorter than the others. No. Just no.
Something deep in the believers told them not to even think of challenging her.
