Rea Tyriel screamed. She was just once again about to break the spatial talisman, but the rope tightened on her wrist again, causing her to stay her hand but turn incensed over the ridiculous of the situation.
"You…! Just what do you want!?"
Rea Tyriel's eyes gleamed at him as her cheeks blushed. This kind of treatment was something she had never faced in her life. Black Tyriel was also visibly angered, but with Davis holding the rein, there was nothing they could do but negotiate with him.
"What do I want?" Davis appeared taken aback, "It's you people who attacked me. I wished that we could remain friends, but it seems that it's not possible."
"…"
Rea Tyriel stared at him while swinging in mid-air. It was unknown what she was thinking, but Davis appeared to see that she had loosened her grip on the spatial talisman.
