Ansel’s Gift - Four (II)
"... Hmph."
The woman chuckled lowly, withdrawing her hand from the vivid flame and then inexplicably licking her palm, which appeared somewhat bizarre.
"Never mind, your fondness for this little dog isn't surprising," she remarked, glancing at Seraphina, who remained on guard, "Loyal and full of potential... I might consider having one myself."
"Though I'm not surprised by her; however, the other one..."
Evora looked down at Ravenna, "Isn't she the plaything you grew tired of three years ago? How come you've picked her up again?"
The capricious Elder Princess never considered the venom in her words, or perhaps, she never thought her words to be venomous at all. A person who could utter morality and ethics should bow to me' is naturally beyond reproach in terms of character.
"Why bring her along? And to call her in such a... revolting manner?"