"Alright, nameless Cultivator, I've answered your question. Now it's my turn to ask you."
The dark-eyed Nun placed a hand on her hip, her lazy demeanor suddenly vanishing. Her tone shifted as if to interrogate Eric.
She was quite tall. Emma was one of the taller women he'd met, but this Nun was even taller.
It reminded him of his somewhat detestable stepmother.
Since Eric was currently sitting and she was standing, he had to look up at her, which made him feel like he was at a disadvantage.
"I'll tell you anything I can. If I can answer it, that is." Eric shrugged.
'Her sudden domineering tone was just like his stepmother's.'
"How did you get your hands on this badge?" the dark-eyed Nun asked, pinching the golden badge as she looked at Eric.
"The owner of the badge gave it to me, of course."
"He's not the kind of man who would mix with Cultivators."
"Why are you so sure? Do you know him?"
"Obviously. He's my brother."
"That explains it."
