What a sight. To think Izalith would remove her mask before everyone. That woman is as wild as she is insane.
I smiled and tilted my gaze towards Eryth… the little bastard whose gaze seemed to be captivated by my sister. And the ends of my lips tugged down.
I should kill him whenever I get the chance. No one looks at Iza like that.
'Sis-con,' Lily whispered lazily.
Snorting inwardly, I replied: 'Big Sis is too good for this little shit. If he can't even protect his first wife, what right does he have to even look upon Iza? He's useless.'
'But his martial power is quite—'
"Irrelevant." I spat, resisting the urge to sneer. 'The goal of all men, no matter who they are, no matter how weak, is to protect your woman. Even if it's suicide, I expect you to fall on your blade. What right do you have to call her your woman if you can't even protect her?"