Insufferable just doesn't cut it!

I don't know why… but just seeing his annoyed face fills me with so much satisfaction.

There's this unexplainable pleasure in it.

Hehehe.

What makes it even better is knowing I'm stronger than him. He's powerless.

Sigh. He rubbed his forehead, frustration etched on his face, his grip tightening on the weapon in his hand.

Interesting. I want that weapon even more now.

If he wants it this badly, there must be a reason, and I intend to find out.

I'd noticed him back on the lowest floor, leaving abruptly with a small group after the instructor mentioned we'd gained access to four more floors.

Initially, I'd planned to grab a spear—that's what I've trained with since childhood—but when I saw him heading off alone, I couldn't help but follow.

He didn't stop when everyone else scattered to explore the other floors. Instead, he moved with purpose, like he knew exactly what he was after.

In the room, he carefully scanned his surroundings. Then, just as he turned, our eyes met.

Busted.

I decided to play dumb, pretending I was there to find a weapon.

But I knew he wasn't buying it.

Still, his annoyed expression was priceless.

I could tell he was close to losing it. So… I decided to push him further—payback for calling me a bitch last time.

I greeted him, and he dismissed me instantly.

But as he turned, I caught the shift in his expression. His eyes widened ever so slightly as they landed on a weapon displayed nearby.

Gotcha.

I rushed forward, snatching it before he could.

His glare could've set me on fire, veins bulging on his forehead. He was furious.

But what could he do? I was stronger, and he knew it.

Hehehe.

...

...

"Alright, tell me why you want it, and I might consider letting you have it," she said.

AHHHHHHH!

This insufferable bitch—she's driving me up the wall!

'Serves you right,' I heard a smug voice say. I turned to see Nelia, her face lit up with a self-satisfied smirk.

She looked entirely too pleased with herself.

'Fuck you,' I thought, glaring at her. 'Just know you've made your punishment ten times worse.'

Her smile wavered, but only slightly.

"I picked it before you, you know," I said flatly, trying to keep my cool.

"Oh, did you?" she replied, feigning innocence. "Where's your proof, though?"

I froze, my words caught in my throat.

AHHHHHHH!

I WILL KILL THIS GIRL!

'You can't,' Nelia teased in my mind, her voice laced with laughter.

'Wait… that's right. But someone else can,'

I grinned.

'Wait, don't!' Nelia's mental voice suddenly turned panicked.

'Nelia, I command you—attack her. Kill her if you can,' I thought, and instantly, I felt a massive drain on my mana.

Damn it! She's pulling from my energy now. If she pushes it too far, won't that lead to mana pool combustion?

'On second thought,' I amended quickly, 'just restrain her.'

BOOM!

A gust of wind exploded toward Rizel before she could react.

"KYA!" she cried out, crashing into the racks of daggers.

I strode over, weapon now in hand, to find her suspended in mid-air, tightly bound by tendrils of wind.

"So, you have this much affinity with wind magic? And this level of mastery? How?! Wait… I'm stronger than you, so how did you overpower me?!" Rizel asked, her curiosity alight as she grinned maniacally.

For the love of all that's holy, how did I end up on this psycho's radar?

"Rizel…" I said, grabbing the dagger fastened at her waist and pressing it to her neck.

"So, you know my—?" she started, her tone almost playful.

"Shut it," I snapped, pressing the blade just hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

"If I ever catch you around me again, I swear I'll kill you," I warned, my voice dripping with deadly intent.

But then... her cheeks flushed red, and her breathing quickened. She gazed at me with such overwhelming joy it was as if I'd just whispered sweet nothings instead of a death threat

…What the hell?

"Just stay away from me, psycho," I muttered, shaking my head as I returned the dagger to its sheath on her waist.

BAM!

I punched her hard in the gut.

That should get the message across. I don't discriminate—male or female, I'll deal with anyone who pisses me off.

"Ah~" she moaned softly, doubling over.

WHY AM I NOT EVEN SURPRISED ANYMORE?!

I turned to Nelia, who now looked as confused as I felt.

"Something is seriously wrong with her," she said, her brow furrowed.

"She's an M," I replied with a resigned sigh.

Without sparing another glance, I walked off with the weapon in hand.