They say talking is useless, but I sure hope it isn't

"I don't believe I understood what Your Excellency was saying," Issa's reply came with a sharp edge rather than a confused one.

She had always been maintaining her posture due to her upbringing, but she straightened her back even more, as if she was in a defensive mode. I almost gulped nervously at the sudden shift of atmosphere, but then...I was the one who made the shift anyway.

And no; I didn't believe I was in the wrong, so there was no need to be afraid. I am Valen Valmeier Sil Seahl, the Demon Lord Matsa Ra Natha's betrothed. I stood on equal ground with her.

Looking at her with a steady gaze, I spoke with a slightly lower tone. "Lady Issaelmier, were you not forsake one of your kin just because he wanted to make something before?" I asked, keeping my face relaxed to state a fact without showing agitation. "A weapon that you deemed to be blasphemous against Mother."