By the time Dera was done listing the compensation she wanted, Esveath"s face had turned darker than black.
She looked humiliated and ready to explode. It was really too much! Too much! Rather than getting the listed things for Dera, wasn't it simpler to just turn into her slave? Or better, turn into her dog and get sold for a good price.
'This brat…'
Her whole body trembled in anger. Reaching her ears were the mocking whispers of those watching the confrontation, their laughter grating to get ears.
Realizing that she might have genuinely crossed a line, Dera sighed and said, "Sigh, seeing you like this, I can't help but feel pity for you."
Esveath froze. Pity? What pity? Why pity? What nonsense was this black-haired brat saying?
