"I'm so not enjoying this meeting." Elizebeth spat as she kicked the legs of the table. Her stoic face was her diabolical face.
"My Lord." Logan kneeled to her side. "We need to reconsider the value of the merfolk as well, My Lord."
"Why should I?" Her crazy eyes flickered at the merman. "Your stupid king is using my brothers. He is clearly playing with fire." She raised her chin in order to look down on the king.
"My Lord." Logan grabbed Elizebeth's dress and shook his head.
"Hahahaha. Of course, she is your Lord, Logan. I love her so much." The free-spirit Dante just laughed at the situation. He had no intention to tone down or interfere because he knew what Elizebeth was capable of doing.
"Brother." Logan sniffled at his brother.
"The Lord is doing her job. What is the servant currently doing? She knows what she is doing. Let her go." Dante didn't cooperate at all.
