Damn, she’s good

"…"

"…"

Voloha continued looking into my eyes like she was staring into my soul itself.

Like hot damn, girl, I know I'm hot but we're not even married so please stop with that sinful eye locking.

"You aren't joking, are you?" she asked as she looked at the bottle placed on the table.

"I can demonstrate it to you if you want."

"And how will you do that?" her eyebrows went up.

"Well, it's an Elixir so I'll have to, you know, give myself a sword in my throat."

"Absolutely not!" Noelle exclaimed.

Huh, she stopped me before I could even consider doing it.

Damn, she's good.

"Alright, calm down, that was a joke."

These guys can't even take a fucking joke. They have a zero sense of humour.

Had I known these guys were so stuck up, I would never have joined them. Should I just resign and look for a new Guild in, you know, a new world in a new life?

That's a tempting proposition.