Mira's eyebrows pulled together as she realized that she had let her anger make things worse. No matter how angry or provoked she felt, she shouldn't have raised her hand against the youngest son of Warlord Nightshade, whose clan's strength was comparable to the Godwin Clan these days.
She was worried that this might cause problems for her Master, especially since this happened in public.
But Damien was actually surprised that she only ended up slapping him and not doing something worse.
"Lady Mira, you harmed our young lord despite the fact that he didn't even touch you or provoke you in the slightest. Is this how the disciple of the Chief should behave? Does your arrogance have no bounds, or do you think that you can do anything just because you get to stand behind the Chief?" An old ghoul wearing a long dark blue coat stepped forward from behind Mehron. He had a long white beard and ghastly eyes with a gaze that seemed to burrow into whatever he looked at.
