Zayla narrowed her eyes, crossed her hands, and slightly tilted her head to look at Norah...
She especially looked up and down at Norah, who was dressed in a white knight suit.
"It is fine to compete with me, but do you want to change your clothes first?
"After all, there is a great disparity in our strength. When Firefly gallops, there will be a lot of mud and water splashed.
"It won't be good if your clothes get dirty and affect your mourning.
"But don't worry. I'll try to distance myself from you in three seconds. I'll try my best not to let you get muddy.
"Don't feel thankful for me, loser!"
Zayla was very good at dissing others.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Norah was completely dumbfounded. She was so angry that her face turned ashen, and she stared fiercely at Zayla's back.
She clenched her fists tightly and muttered through gritted teeth.