The Holy Ones
"Sorry but don't take it on me," I shook my head, "even when you said it, I couldn't believe you… Don't stare at me like that! If you are in my shoes, how can you believe anything said to you without any evidence? Right?"
I paused for a long moment when she glared fiercely at me. I intentionally said I didn't believe her so I'd push her to spill more beans.
"Good… Then let me tell you things no commoner will know…"
And like an obedient little girl following a wolf, she started to speak up for hours!
I didn't even try to stop her, not even once. I attentively listened, and focused on memorising everything she said.
"Huh! What do you say now? Am I a commoner?" After saying too much, she crossed her arms and said in such a prideful tone.
"Sure, you got little capital to say such a thing about yourself," but I didn't give her the satisfaction she desired. If I said she wasn't a commoner and I believe what she said, how would I exploit her later on for more info?
"You…"