The Wrath of A Kind Man
"You're brilliant for a girl." The man clapped his hands, looking proud but mocking her at the same time.
A girl.
Medeia smiled, but her heart burned with fury. It never crossed in her mind that a mere human would degrade her gender, even demons wouldn't dare to say that to her.
"I've changed my mind." Medeia held her dagger tightly. "Let's fight until one of us dies."
Earlier, she wanted to surrender because she was too lazy to fight over something she couldn't win. However, after he humiliated her with that kind of words, Medeia thought losing was better than nothing.
She just wanted to destroy that ugly face of him.
"Unfortunately, a dead body can't moan any—"
Medeia swung the dagger quickly, hurting Eddie's cheek. "Talk again and I'll cut your tongue out!"
"Oof … scary." Eddie pretended to be scared. He touched his blood, and licked it.