It was quite hard for the 'hero' to keep his composure, yet he tried his best. He avoided looking at Abbadon, yet he didn't kneel or admit submission.
No, he can't possibly do that!
"That beige liquid is a high grade potion. It both heals you and compensates for your lost mana." Abbadon continued. "That's only one of things my mistress would give for her subjects, the loyal ones that is." His smile got more vicious.
"What's with your smile then?" The hero's back was filled with cold sweat even though he was back to peak condition now. 'He is far more dangerous than I thought. But that's ok, the situation will change very soon… that smile on his face won't last for long…'
"Oh? What's with my smile?" Abbadon asked, genuinely confused. "My mistress has taught me to smile while delivering a message from her-"
The hero suddenly widened his eyes in realization.
'Such a vicious mistress, of course! This person is not even my worst enemy…
