Shala sighed and said, "That's not right, no one has the right to stay in the master's main house without his permission."
"Permission? Hahahaha… We are Harpies, servants of the gods, surely master will allow us to stay in his castle." The Queen of Harpies smiled and spoke with great confidence.
Shala felt an extreme headache. It seemed that these Harpies really thought that they were the servants of the gods, no, to be more precise, they thought that they were angels.
They were too arrogant.
Shala remembered Saraya, she was now a fallen angel, and the strength she possessed was many times stronger than the Harpies', but she was still not arrogant.
On the contrary, Saraya was still very friendly and cheerful, and she even fed her cakes.
As she recalled the taste of the cake, Shala felt a little craving. However, she knew that she needed to deal with her current problem first.