The lackey sneered at her ridiculous behavior, his smile growing more and more complacent as he slowly approached her.
"I'm coming now, what are you going to do?"
The sinister smile on his lips was only half formed when it suddenly froze.
What met him was a clear, resounding sound—
"Clang!"
It was like the sound of tapping a ripe watermelon.
Only it wasn't a watermelon being tapped, but... a head.
The world spun before his eyes, and for a moment, he feared his skull had shattered.
The girl before him remained impassive as she withdrew the stick in her hand, her clear, innocent apricot eyes looking on with a touch of regret. Her lips curled down slightly as she complained in a delicate and soft voice, "I told you not to come over. Young man, why don't you listen to advice?"
Lackey: "..."
The moment before he collapsed to the ground with a "clatter," he seemed to hear the frail girl mutter excitedly to herself:
"Such a crisp sound, perfect! This melon is definitely ripe!"